The Rising “ The Beginning ........ managing to stay on her course bare-footed, along the fields, Maya saw a light coming from what appeared to be a small stoned opening. Reaching through the rocky road in her tethered robe, her body gave up under the dimly lit wooden gate. She fell unconscious with the burns of… Continue reading Mini Series : Maya – 5
Do you feel hurt, then, why don't you blurt, Walking with those eyes down, every day, round and round, Why put up a face, to show you are fancy and brave, Things are not bright, I know it, I am right, Talk to me, without any fright, maybe, you will feel a bit light, Please… Continue reading Are you Alright?
It was moonrise, I sat by my bedside, The muse invites, to show me its side, Well! I briefly sigh, mumbling to decide, This! should I write, or, shouldn't I write, The mind scares, but how will it look like, A judgment arise, to the inspiration that arrives, The heart opens, ..., be gentle and… Continue reading Love Thy Muse!
After all these years, of fog and fight, I have come to realise, what my life really looks like, Awake or at night, both seem alike, either, I drown myself to write, other times, I keep up to survive, After all these years, of fog and fight, I have come to secretly realise, what I,… Continue reading A Wise Mirror