to love is to be like an oceandeep, vast, and realwhere emotions dancelike beautiful waveswhere sunlight sparkleslike golden hueswhere longing residesand desire whisperswhere you and I fadeand what remains is just usto love is to be like an oceandeep, vast, and real.. This blog is sprinting its way to the finish line with Piyush’s Plotters…
Tag: Poetry
The Earthy Smell
The house looks rustic Standing all alone In the midst of the meadows It does not have a name It does not need to The walls need repair As if the whole house is in despair Once the verandah that witnessed life Stands lifeless with its silent corners I urge everyone Let us repaint, reset…
A Day for women…Really?
An hour glass figurine a smile that never loses its shinegraceful, dutyboundand divineliving in a closed boxcrumbled withinwell, do you thinkthat is just shedefined & structuredperceived & judgedWell, how wrong can you beshe can be every shapeevery colour she can laugh out loudwear what she likesa burkha or a saree a skirt that is mini…
