The Rusty Window

Against the bright pink walls Facing outside, Through the wooden framed window With the polished iron border I would wait, twinkling eyes Looking out to him Who would run home, His tiny satchel in his tiny hand And the smiling face My feelings only she could understand Who ,like me, has waited through the day…

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Her Unscarred Soul

She looked in the mirror Tears dropped down her face She looked at the photo frame A weak smile, few more tears 'I was beautiful before' She said. Days have crossed since Yet still she can feel the burn Like that of an angry fire. Her nights were full of sweet dreams She used to…

Pacific

It was pacific, It was silent, But the wind didn't stop whistling. No words uttered in the room but my heart wildly thumping. The morning was so still But the flowers bloomed with a soft crispy sound. Faint chirping of a little bird And Tranquility around, No, there wasn't peace in the silence But in…

Flutter-by

Hello, I found a little patient flutter-by (I prefer the name flutter-by, it's lovely) who allowed me to click a few pics, here is one. "She fluttered, floated on the air With swift ease And sat on the flower elegantly Like on the throne sits a queen." Love, ~pramegha

IWON: The Campaign

I request you to share this post so that it can reach out to people and many may join the campaign. IWON: Inspiring Women Of the Nations is a online campaign meant to bring out the power in women which they already possess. Through this initiative we want to make our thoughts reach out to…

Impeccable

"Oh! Impeccable beauty of nature You make reality seem a dream All visuals seem illusions And your charms, They scare me For the scenes that you portray Which make me look lovingly Are perhaps paintings on curtains of mist They may slowly disperse away They are printed on the water And may slowly float away."…

A Cup For You

Hello, Early morning has its own charms. It gets prettier when it has rained a few hours before and you get to see some beautiful art by nature. These pretty pitchers holding drops of water are a example of such beauty. I couldn't help but take a pic. So, for them- In the lazy dawn,…

Snug in Strength

The light child A month or so Soft as lambs fur Delicate as a cobweb Secure, snug in strong arms The smoothness caressed Against the rough skin Yet, quiet and tranquil There was beauty in the contrast Of maturity and infancy Of strength and fragility Of experience and naivety The sharp defined features Against the…