My Poems

The Meadow Flowers were Teeming with Joy

The fog lifted up and so did we, The smoke from the chulha was painting a dull picture, We moved…

5 months ago

An Ode to a Beloved Pet: My Scared Bunny now Gently Sleeps

I don't have fancy words to bleed, Because I have a distaste for forced poetry, I like to keep things…

6 months ago

A Flame of Fire

Like the fire burns the wood shavings, reducing each to a pile of dust. The silence when the world around…

7 months ago

Room for Two

She was a literature lover and fan of Virginia Woolf's work. He was a doctor but not of hearts. Quite…

8 months ago

To the Dreamer in Everybody

When I was a little girl, I reminded myself not to keep dreams in those starry eyes, especially in broad…

8 months ago

Under the Molten Moonlight

She took the flight of stairs, Heaved as she set her foot on the terrace, The sighs seemed to be…

8 months ago

My favourite Cloud

Lying on the soft velveteen grass, I as usual in my pensive state thought of you. Not deciding to fan…

9 months ago

The Madness of Gurgling Rivers

I am addicted to the madness of the gurgling rivers that weep in silence, And the lofty pine and spruce…

9 months ago

The Man with the Saddest Eyes- Real Stories from the Valley

Although I am good at remembering faces. But sometimes I do get confused with the faces of elderly people. Their…

10 months ago

Birds of Prey

Few precious little moments of peace can make you have a rundown of emotions. Like when you lie on your…

11 months ago