The zenith of words

Words. They hold so much vigour, The power to create, the power to destroy. Words. They are the instrument of expression Painting every emotion. Words. They are music to the ears Creating a rhapsody to remember. Words. They are a writer’s pride A priceless gift from the muse. Words. They hold life and meaning And…

Yellow sunshine in a drop

In the backyard of the blue house a vibrant bed of grass covers the ground. Wispy dandelions fly across, with no particular path In the midst of a balmy summer day.

Xian

It is always a story that chooses us and gives us the opportunity to give it life. From ages ago when history began to take shape, and culture unfolded like a gilded carpet The people we met, the milestones we crossed The discoveries and the wonders of the Universe, We gather those memories, those awe-filled…

Life for the win

Some days you notice the rain and not the rainbow, Some days struggles scream louder than victory And the journey seems tedious when you can’t see the destination.

Violet

Violet in the meadows, swaying with the grass Violet in the garden- a silken bed of velvet Violet streaks of twilight, reflecting the vivid azure

Unexplored

The mellow evening sky melts into a diamond studded blue, Setting the stage for the world of dreams.

Tamarind tree

As soon as the school bell rings, children run out of the towering stone building, screaming in delight because it is break time. Few of them run to the swing set, and a long line of children await their turn. The see-saw, merry-go-round, slides are almost always occupied during break. The peeling paint, creaking chains…

Red Velvet speaks

The aquamarine blue- a heaven under the waters is studded with all the colours that ever existed in the universe. Serene and placid, it is always brimming in vibrancy. Thousands of different kinds of corals thriving in colonies form the architecture and life source of my city.

Radiance

The thing that you look for Every time you’re stuck, Every time you are at a crossroad- Each time you wonder about the dreams you had when you were little And if they could still be real. The time you feel a dark cloud hover over you And the silent screams terrify you. When the…

Quiet stories

The winding road, with a boulevard of trees looked welcoming. A yellow rain of flowers on either side left a subtle perfume in the air. At the end of this winding road, stood a wondrous piece of architecture- the town’s library. The sandstone building’s arched turquoise blue windows made it stand out. The windows had…