Today, the pages and the books are speaking, and the words they dance! each letter...
Poetry
I painted my fingernails this morning.
They look even fresher under the traffic lights. Right now,
There’s nothing but the whizz of my car
And the bellowing echoes of my thoughts.
It’s raining.
A pitter patter of summer monsoon
Today, the pages and the books are speaking, and the words they dance! each letter...
“I have been here before, but I do not remember why.” The river stretches before me,...
The crisp water rides its way up the smooth sand and then retreats, leaving a unique foam I...
Does anyone care for Romance any more? Laila and Majnu, Sohni and Mahiwal, Romeo and Juliet? Film...
ventnor city, new jersey in the long stripe of setting sun, at the hour...
It starts- My footsteps enter the rose-garden, it withers with every step...
A mirage along scorching deserts is an illusion that makes the faint heart flutter. ...
In great distress, Daniel rummaged around for the missing books. He had been tasked...
I don't know why they have brought me here. This place seems familiar, but what's this...