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…

Unexplored

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

When the sky turned ominous

The stillness was uncanny. Not a leaf stirred, the forest it seemed was stunned under a spell. Moments passed like hours as a dark, dense blanket far above the trees gathered. With a loud clap of thunder breaking the eerie silence, it split open and large drops hastened down the canopy in a deluge. A…