This poem was written in collaboration with Tanvi Kamra at A Lightyear Journey. Click here to read our first collab post! Her blog is full of beautiful poems, which never fail to amaze me. Her writing style is very captivating and I am hundred and one percent sure that you are going to love her… Read moreRead More A Dark Mist
On a rainy Sunday afternoon, your love came packaged in an olive notebook. Thoughts inked on paper, love hidden in between. Why is it that I only saw the crease? Only saw fragments of a broken destiny. Now as I lie in my chair, with your book in my lap, it is not your thoughts,… Read moreRead More A Rainy Sunday Afternoon
This is in response to the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #85 – August 7, 2021, by Shweta at My Random Ramblings. The prompt for this week is “Change”. Time feeds on transience, doesn’t it? Time is constantly changing. Everything around us is constantly changing. There is no promise of permanence, and the pandemic has definitely taught… Read moreRead More Change (Six Word Story #4)
I feel suffocated. Trapped. They say the birds are chirping. No, it is the cardinal singing a death song. I cannot see. Everything’s black, so black. Oh no, not black, it is dark. But what’s the difference between dark and black, you ask. The blind one doesn’t see black, but knows and feels what darkness… Read moreRead More Suffocated Dreams
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