Makar Sankranti is approaching and the kites are already out. All I expected was a gustto help me airborneI am still soaringI feel the breeze light on my faceThen I become the windUntil a tugholds me in place.My dance with the wind.
Hope leaves a shimmering trail, even while fleeing from the army of the shadows of despair
She stayed just for a while then melted away leaving a luminous trail leading my soul that lost it’s way back to the path of light.
November Photo A Day Challenge, by City Sonnet, Day 9 Nature The nest on the tree So empty and forlorn It can’t always be full They must soar The fledged nestling birds She knew that well As she nudged them to fly. But coming to the door Knowing it […]
Saint, where is your halo?Were you not born with one?It shone bright then.First you lost faithYou left it where it fellIn that vast field of struggle.Your halo dimmedSo did your hope,When you killed your dream.Cynical and skepticalRuled by need and greed.From Saint to a sinnerNo more halo now.Now […]