He, her beloved, Was far away from her, And she eagerly awaited his return. His smiling face flashed, And her eyes lit up, As they pranced through his belongings. Her picture amongst his clothes, Made her feel shy, As she giggled and moved on....
The apple of their mother's eyes, The pride of their father, A loving and caring sibling, A crazy friend and a true lover. The love for their motherland, Was much more than these roles, That they just gave up being bound to a family, To become sons of...
Eager I was to see the world, Which was rudely snatched away, Even before I could sway. My existence just whirled. Why weren't my arms unfurled? Answer me my mother, why did you betray? Why couldn't I just stay, With you, in your cozy abode, just curled? What...
Darkness shrouds the vast sky as the clouds huddle up, Silence prevails as the wonderful night sets in. A lone cricket buzzing, Or the bullfrog croaking, Through the eerie silence, sends shivers down the spine. The lake... quiet, frozen With an one off...
Complete I feel with you, my dear, You are my brightest hue, my dear. Your presence, the best catalyst I wish everyone knew, my dear. Your breath, like waft of petrichor, Is always fresh, like new, my dear. In your hug so cosy and warm, I find...
Unsure, how safe is the land below, We are just asked to wander and go. The coldness of the land makes us slow Despite the kindness its people show And the shelter care they give us though When would we go back, I wanna know To my own... or that's what I thought so,...
Will it remain an unfulfilled dream? As just impossible it does seem, to realize and happily scream, "I am a journalist of esteem". I wonder , did life really scheme against my wishes... were they supreme? Do I get a small chance to redeem my life and my dream, to...
O Nature What was our mistake? You washed us out in fury, And left the rest, stranded in deep fear. Your children are scared for life, As their homes and schools, are wiped out Grounds are a puddle, or should I say, slush and clay? Where leaves flowed, it's human...
With fresh thoughts, I sat down to pen, My life's journey, Through my words, On a paper that was Crisp, fresh and empty. As the ink flowed through the nib, My thoughts froze. It came to a standstill, And resolved not to budge. Minutes passed by And so...