Petrichor

Petrichor

The station was bustling as usual The train was crowded than usual. I boarded the bogie quickly And rushed to my seat hastily. Slowly chugged the train To go past the terrain. The pretty girl sat by the window, And smiled as the breeze cajoled her She burst into a non...
Can Rocks Melt?

Can Rocks Melt?

Chirping as usual, In their own little world, These two legged birdies Never had a moment that was dull. A nest so beautiful, Was secure admist the mighty rocks, On the foothills Of the snowclad Himalayas. There lay in the cozy nest Four tiny, white eggs, Just eager...