Drops of a sentimental introspective meseeps into paper,painting my life storyin a vignette.
Her luscious versesshrivelled and diedunspoken, unwritten,on the tree of diffidence.
She collects moonbeams in a jarTo sew a seamless silver scarf That would artfully hide her ugly scars.
Is something wrong?Her answer was always ” No, Nothing”Nothing actually held all the things that upset her. It held her silent want for him to hear her unspoken words , Her longing for him to stay a moment more and ask her again what is wrong.He never did […]
Twilight is my favourite time of the day.It is the seam between daylight and darkness. The thread sewed in changing colours from salmon to purple and then cobalt blue. The fabric of night is in black satin, with its moon motif changing its pattern everyday and constellations that […]
The tiny head of the coat button peeping out to read the non verbal warning. Watch the Median !