The mellow evening sky melts into a diamond studded blue, Setting the stage for the world of dreams.
Those warm memories you created Have left an imprint in your soul You remember-
Each time you pick up your pen and only truth flows out Each time you let your paint brush reflect your soul on the canvas
The paint brush hovers over the palette, The palette that has a multitude of colours And then dipping into a deep blue The colour spreads onto the white canvas, dousing it with serenity. A vibrant green of abundance blends into the blue, The hope of a striking yellow sparks a bounty of joy And the…
The breeze is young, and the glades of grass sway together The fiery globe suspended in the sky throws a wash of soft orange onto the vast field.
Her poetry has seeped into all forms of culture and you just cannot talk poetry without mentioning Sylvia Plath. But in what way? The circumstances of her death opened doors to misinterpretation of her life…
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Solitary butterfly flitting by
In the garden, and amongst the trees
Hovering over honey suckles, daisies and lilies she does fly
Solitary butterfly likes to dance with the breeze.
Your sky is where the magic is. While troubles are part of everybody’s life, some of us choose to create beauty through them, Aisha Chaudhary was one of those people.Reading through her poetry and thoughts I was reminded of another bold girl who spoke her heart, Anne Frank. I was introduced to Anne Frank when…