The walls, old yet firm, Spoke in volumes, Of the royalty it enclosed. The generations that grew within, And the stories of their valour. The unwinding stairs, Had tales to tell too. Tales of battle lessons learnt, And footsteps that brought in...
I remember my dad's scooter, Twas coloured red, With black bordering the sides, Making it look majestic. I remember my dad's scooter, It's number was 7121. Twas a part of my childhood And now, in my memory. I remember my dad's scooter, The sound...
The month of monsoon, When pitter-patter, fall the raindrops, On my tiled roof. Gloomy sky, pregnant clouds, Set the mood for a lazy day. As a kid, I enjoyed, Walking in the rain, To school and back, Sporting colourful umbrellas, Ahhh.. the pride of holding...
The love that was showered, Ahh.. Pure bliss twas, And I surrendered, To that love. The trust they had on me, Was more than expected, And I surrendered, To that trust. They believed in me so much, That they fought with their parents for me. And...
Their lives were filled with gloom, Like the pregnant, dark clouds that did loom, Over the earth, arousing the petrichor. Slowly, through the clouds, there came, A streak of light - warmth it became, So did the smile of the unknown to them. The...
The feminine feeling Paced through the little heart From the tender age of ten. Dance, was the only solace, To express the femininity, That remained hidden under the garbs of a boy. An era when only XX and XY were accepted, Made it difficult for the...
She, so eager to learn, Had to bid goodbye As, she lost her mother And her hopes, did die. Determined, that she was, Decided to fulfill, Her hunger for knowledge With her determination and will. "My age is just a number", She said with confidence And resolved to study...
Worried he was, at the absence of his youngest brother, Who went in a quest To quench their thirst. The number four was sent thereafter, To bring back the lost soul And some water. But all in vain. Number three, a great archer, Went next to win...
As the knife slices through, I know how crunchy are you. Cutting into tiny pieces, Aah… therapeutic is the process. Your green crown shines bright, Ensuring that you aren't away from my sight. The right amount of salt, Keep your tanginess at halt. Slowly with...