A poem on crying. Cry like a candle softly on the ground, like a mother holding her firstborn and overwhelmed by its sound. Cry like a pack of wolfs crying from afar, like a kid tending skinned knee's scar. Cry like the silence preceeding a storm, like someone for the first time leaving home. Cry … Continue reading On crying
To break the silence. Because, anything more beautiful than we are, makes us vulnerable.
I am just a body in the crowd. Hungrily and hurriedly scanned. No different from others, until you read my content. You strip me with your eyes, like million others. And try to see, if I am what you're looking for. If I am, what I look on the exterior. I am, what I am … Continue reading If newspaper headlines could speak!
An ordinary pencil that we all have held, at least once, in between our fingers, could give us a teaching of a lifetime on how to be a human, if only we give it a chance. Firstly, it teaches us that we can fabricate- greatness, masterpieces. We can give shape to ideas that come to … Continue reading 5 steps to be a human.
Rain, You can be who you choose to be. Depends on how you grew up, and what kind of society you saw? You can be a lover, caring and kind. Welcomed, praised and embraced with a heart and open mind. One that reaches to one's soul, makes one happy and washes away scars and gives … Continue reading Rain
You no longer enjoy playing in the Sun, nor I see you shout, cycle or run. Basketball, volley ball- doesn't interest you anymore. You just seem to be searching for a new sky to soar. Dear twelve year old me, you're going through a change, I could see. I saw you sitting quietly at the … Continue reading For the twelve year old me