There she lay, all torn and battered, And lost in the woods Sweeping the floor in agony and anguish. The air carried the waft, That was known to her and That made her weary eyes open. She sensed the presence, Of her companion, As his smell piqued...
She was thirsty and parched, The heat cracked her skin open. All she yearned for, Was a drop of water to soothe herself. Her weary eyes, were in search, Of that one speck of dark cloud, Through which a drop might fall, Like a glisk from the winter days. ...
His heart was cold and frozen, Like the trees in winter. His eyes spew fire, At the sight of enemies across. Fierce warrior that he was, His only aim was to save his flag. He shot everyone in the line, But ceased at the sight of one soul. A small human stood...
The station bustling With people and trains chugging. Letting out a loud siren, Marched in the Ganga Kaveri Express. We ran alongside the coaches, To stop right in front of ours. Quickly hopped onto it, And began searching our berths. Once...
Having XX wasn't my fault, But they blamed me and mom a lot. My own tried to get rid of me, I wondered why couldn't they let me be. They buried me though, I was breathing, The anger in them was seething. Lest they knew that I was a seed, That would over...
An eerie silence shrouded the air, Unusual that was, As kids were part of the daily affair. An armed troop was the reason, For the vibrant air to turn chill, Even during this festive season. Two shots, one hit the wall, And one to the tree, ...
Songs are a solace, To broken hearts, And to the ones in solitude. As I hum through one such gem, I learn the lessons of life. Oh! How beautifully said. The connect that it makes to life, Through the lotus and water droplet, How apt the metaphor...
Thoughts and words, When they join in a covalent bond, A beautiful compound called, Poetry is born. The nature, rains and experiences, Act as catalyst In the experiment with the styles, And the mood of the poet. The calm and quiet...
Raging with anger, Their hearts pounded fast, At the sight of the perpetrators, Who harmed their cosy nest. They, the builders of the nest, Couldn't see the strands fall apart. Their hearts ached, But, the fight, they continued. The sight of...