She was very tall, taller than most of the girls living in our cantonment. Quite, homely, highly qualified and only daughter of her parents.…
Will you still love me tomorrow | Poetry Form – Nove Otto
Will you still love me tomorrow? Years welcome with wrinkled embrace,blossoms have withered, shrinking grace,from destiny, smiles I borrow,and watch them shimmer in your…
::Forever was never mine::
Twirling golden autumn leaf reminds once again Forever was never mine. reminds once again Twirling golden autumn leaf Written for NaiSaiKu Challenge … Its…
:: The Perfect Indian Women::
I am the Perfect Indian women. …glorified as an epitome of sacrifice… a flawless idol of love , care and tolerance. My heart is…
::Barren::
Barren Frail womb of abandoned land, yester’s bloom sleeps on sand, Spring smothered by concrete, limp wings, desperately plead, Summer steadily blaze, dissolving winter’s…
::Of Random Rambling and Awards::
My dearest sister (a veterinary student) has got a new pet… An Oyster … I was too glad to ask what she named it…