I wake up with a start,
Voices filling my head and heart,
guilt, pressure, everyday stuff…
So I pick up my phone
and escape to the world
where unknown birds twitter,
filling my land and sky,
drowning my mind
in the plethora of voices
and images.
I add my own voice
and feel
at Peace…
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I wonder
Why I still dream of you.
I thought
I didn’t love you enough
To tie myself to you.
But I still
Can’t laugh away
The childish love
I held within me
For you.
You always surprise me with
How much I still miss you…
How much I wish you missed me too…
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
The expensive Beauty products
Cover my dresser
To transform me into a swan
Jeer at me that
I have always been
an ugly duckling;
That ‘I’ am not enough.
Image by Jazmin Quaynor on Unsplash
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
He smiled contently as he looked at her three-year old son sleeping behind them and, then, her hands joined with his own in holy matrimony in front of the Yajna fire.
They were both now his own.
Image by Avinash Uppuluri on Unsplash
The group of seven around a bonfire saw the three men drag her, drugged and unconscious, towards a lonely part of the beach.
They decided it was a good time to check their nails and, then, go back to their rooms quietly.
A true incident told to me by one of the witness
Image by Mike Erskine on Unsplash
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