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Image Source: Pinterest Sometimes I wonder what memories are made of; a concoction of glimpses from the past, and fleeting moments that...

The dance of a flame, hot wax trembles down- a candlelight burns out.

PC: Pinterest, Pedro Correa There’s so many things to do, so much to make sense of. Thoughts run in the back of my head of all the...

PC: Pinterest I'd forgotten how it felt like to be at my grandparents' place, a long time had passed since I last lay laze at my...

A poem I'd written on 17 June 2023 , but was too overwhelmed to post then. Putting this here as a last reminder of the pain, for which...

Climate crisis is very real, the consequences are right here. Rising global temperatures is not a joke, nor are the melting glaciers and...

Oh! To be a free bird in the seamless sky, to fly with the wind as time passes me by To fall with the sun and rise with the moon, to sway...

Work piles up like bundles of cloth, all washed and dried, but left to fold. Old patterns repeat, loops of defeat, a great deal of tasks...

Sleep bags under the eyes, strides weakened by lack of proper rest, Running, running, groggy, stressed, sluggish, a repressed soul...

When the spirit is buried under loads of sand and silt, unwanted debris deposited by the crane that is life, accumulated from the...

If the world were ever to be stuck in a loop of endless time, would you find solace in being a teen? I shall. Seven 'teen' years are...

I feel suffocated inside, suffocated by words unsaid, feelings that seem to plunge right through the front door of my heart in spite of...

The wind danced in bliss, a drop of untimely rain- Thud! It splashed about.

Time passes by so quickly, memories are all that last. Leaving behind bottled up memories, August slipped away too fast. I'm still...

#haikumonth Dark clouds wail in pain, ears pierce with a pounding sound; alas! no tears fell.

#haikumonth The new day welcomed a morning meteor flight, Swoosh! and wisps of smoke. Pic courtesy: Pinterest

#Haikumonth A blanket of clouds, the flap of a wounded bird- resounding pain. Pic courtesy: Pinterest

The golden sands stretch endlessly beyond one's line of sight. The desert lives on eternally, incandescent with pride and might. He...

The wind carries me in her arms like kin and raindrops caress my naked skin. I'm flying like the whisking wind, blissfully aware of her...

Two red roses in a garden, the buds newly bloomed, its velvety petals coloured red- a perfect shade between the pink and crimson. The sun...