The Meeting

The Meeting

Hills with lush green crowns reach out to the azure sky traversing the clouds.
The Musings of a Fallen Leaf

The Musings of a Fallen Leaf

There i lay, Separated and alone. Desperate enough, To call someone my own.   Detached I was, From my home, And I now was, A building without a dome.   Tears trickles down my eyes  And drenched I was in it. Do I have a choice i wondered, Other than saying ‘I...
Wee Hours

Wee Hours

  Wrapped in a black blanket, The sky was deep asleep. Everything was muted, Was that for the sky to sleep?   The lone star twinkled, Through the cover, Was it a signal, To its lover?   The crickets spoke to each other, Breaking the silence. It made me...
Petrichor!!

Petrichor!!

The waft Of petrichor Had the divine smell of rains. Trickled were my sleeping senses As it brushed against me.