I watched her pick fragments, of once a vivaciousheart, solemnly, s l o w l y,lifting a tear stained gazeonce in a while beckoning him, pehance waiting…
Pristine Melancholia | Pantoum Poetry Form
A ghost? A Wraith? Or a Memory? Sad love poem – about longing and waiting, across seasons, in the form of Pantoum poetry form…
Three Favourite Words
It was supposed to be fun Friday, yet I was working late, temperature soaring high, such terrible was my state, Sun was beyond horizon,…
Guilty?
My pet left me a note last night, on how callous I had become, that the virtual pet was more loved, than the real…
The Balcony
Once laughter tumbled down her balcony, an infectious ripple of life unhinged, drenched in aromas of piping Ginger tea, the dreams ran notoriously wild…
Rainbow-less Dreams
I borrowed few more breaths, from a smog of rainbow-less dreams, drenched in acidic scents of today. Was I blind or just a fool?…