Spring

Wistful drops of dew gleam in dull sunshine Dressed in ochre hue Leaves in silence chime Autumn doesn't subdue Heartfelt springtime Fear bids adieu When our hands entwine What once were me and you are now yours and mine

And The Sun Rises

When I step out of the house, it's almost dark. The world around me is still waking up to another day of the week. While I'm struggling out of bed, I always say to myself that I shall sleep in the bus. A few trodden minutes later, when I push myself out of the house... Continue Reading →

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