I remember you… When the bliss of morning creates a yearning to feel you- a longing to meet you, When the cool breeze caresses my cheeks and plays with my tresses- the way your fingers do When my eyes search you in a crowd or I smile at your memories in my solitude...
Today, the challenge is to write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object. Your love letters A cool winter morning, when Sun decided to unwind...
NaPoWriMo challenge for Day 11 is to write a poem that addresses the future, answering the questions “What does y(our) future provide? What is your future state of mind? If you are a citizen of the “union” that is your body, what is your future “state of the union”...
encumbering societal norms weighed heavy on me so I rescinded to hibernate to rationalize my subsistence to feel my roots like waves retracting to depth of ocean then your memories creaked gently in the silence of my heart breathing me to life yet again ...
Traversing the deserted memory lane treasuring glimpses of my childhood reminiscing shades of myself a sudden realization shuddered me I forgot to live An immature amenable child I followed the path led by adults teenage soon followed glistening...
