our best selves i remember still when we kissed in autumn,and all those leaves danced around us asif to give…
If the light were brighter, flowers would fold. Buds are, after all, most loved by bees. And there’s more nectar…
A ray of sun True sunshine cracked the boards, Touched my irritated wet feet. Swift blooms sang with green crowds, …
A WEAPON I CALL HOPE Time, I say, is always precious.It may be time to give up,time to leave, time…
The Odyssey of a Kaleidoscope After 30 years of her having gone, they were finally set free,As I hesitatingly pulled…
Over a Cup of Coffee Didn’t you see?It was right there,a tiny white hearton our chocolate brown coffee,like an exclamation…
Memories written on the reams of time,fresh as dewdrops, hazy like the mist,come rushing, carrying the warmth of past moments.Memories sing songs of…
Utsa Seth connects with nature, people, and animals, and can be often found atop her favorite tamarind tree, reading a…
The morning ascends with itsgrandeur fashion,the rays cutting across the darkfrom the horizon,the illumination bringing new hope and cheer,signalling that…
You ask –“What is love?Is love colourless,black or white?Is it somethingthat one can see,Or touch or hear?Tell me,Is it something…
