The moon is a witness… To the ghastly fears that hound me at night,To the ambiguity that dominates my state of mind, To the solitude that accompanies me in the dark,To the longing that ignites in me a spark, To the dreams that I quill when I’m not asleepTo the...
I had written this poem in response to a prompt with following rules: A hurricane of countless emotionsIsn’t that what is nature’s wrath?Earth’s experiencing a commotionDidn’t we lead her to this path?Stabbing the mountains, chopping the...
Some days I look back; I reflect Ascertaining the relevance of certain moments, Moments that felt trivial then, but are invaluable now Moments that felt precious then, but appear hollow and trifling now Some days I look back; I reflect I wonder at the way...
