Jet black silhouettes of trees, Against the dried inky canvas-the sky. A full moon shines in the left hand corner, And becomes the twinkle in your eye. Swiftly pass the black landscapes, And silence descends on them like dew. A million thoughts I weave into the sky, And create a black and white picture of... Continue Reading →
A Love Affair
First of all, apologies that this post comes so late in the day. It's as overdue as overdue can be and as important as important can be. Getting straight to it. This is the story of a love affair. It began a long time ago, when a man named Ranbir Kapoor acted in a movie called Rockstar. This story... Continue Reading →
Love’s Cooking
Infusion of romance and a dreamy kiss; A dash of pressed flowers and embraces' heady mix. A pinch of assault she added, and gave it a little stir; Then waited for the broth to boil, and wiped away a tear. 2 cupfuls of angry letters and a ruby red stone; She added to the cauldron... Continue Reading →
If
Some poems are immortal. Some are eye-opening. Some touch your heart. And some...teach you how to live. The poem If by Rudyard Kipling does all of this. It is immortal, it's an eye-opener, it touches your heart, and yes, it teaches you how to live! If If you can keep your head when all about... Continue Reading →
Reflection
It's a yellow summer morning; as I open my diary. And on this grey cloudy night; I read about a girl I used to be. I read about the high swings. I read about the delicious cakes. I read about frequent crimson smiles. And I read of retrospective mistakes. I read of the dreams I... Continue Reading →
Backdoors
The grass was a light summer-green, and the front gate was open, white picket fence, shrubbery, a swing, and a tall stout tree. The open door waited for him each day. He’d return home, promptly place his coat on the sofa, yes, sofa; and walk through the house to the backyard to play with the... Continue Reading →
Effervescence
Sometimes, I write just 4 lines. Mostly in my bus to keep myself occupied. I like doing so. On this particular day, when I was feeling down in the dumps, I wrote the following: A dried petal; and a rustic song. A forsaken hut; and a field of rye. A forlorn note; and a gushing... Continue Reading →
Bruises
The sketches paint my unsaid rue, and night tramples them with an ultramarine hue. It could have been, was it for me to decide; So the moonlight heals my bruise tonight.
Stories…of all kinds!
Rowling told us a story: “Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” -Albus Dumbledore Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 releases this Friday – 19th November. For all the ardent, magick-ed fans of Potter and gang, this is one big day. What we’ve read over a period of time with... Continue Reading →
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