Melodies swirl when the owl hoots , cricket chirps and the lion roars. Melodies swirl when the leaves rustle and the cascading waterfall gurgles. Melodies swirl when the off-shore breeze whines and unfold mysteries infinite. Melodies swirl when brittle branches snap under our feet and snake slither in the leaves. Melodies swirl when the new … Continue reading Swirling melodies.
Photo by James Wheeler on Pexels.com Rusted door and dusty shelves, bushes and weeds in our beloved garden, life was a rush and we forgot how to love. Money , bills and a life boring and still , daily humdrums rusted our shiny life , and we stopped looking eye to eye. Photographs engulfed by … Continue reading What happened to us?
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Clouds growled, and the lightning tore the sky. Flames rained, and the green woods were set ablaze. Chaos and fear, worries and tears. Was it the end ? Clouds growled, this time water cascaded from the sky. Smoldering woods, sighed euphorically and flames, hissed at rain. Was it the end … Continue reading Was it the end?
Photo by Hakeem James Hausley on Pexels.com Everyday, when the splash of crimson color dissolves in the sky, and the wings of bat cloaks the sky, her silhouette framed in those wooden doors, heaves a sigh. Everyday, during those grey hours she sits at her door, with her needles and her entangled wool. She knits … Continue reading Everyday she waits.
Pic credit - Mayuri Srivastava Her eyes were unfathomable. Even now when I close my eyes I am still able to see hers as if they had imprinted something on me that is indelible , it's something that I am going to carry all through my life. Her pupils diverged and quivered as they swam … Continue reading My encounter with her eyes.
Pic credit -Mayuri Srivastava When I was a kid I had a castle so big and gleaming in my courtyard. It's ceiling studded with precious moon and stars were so high as if it could kiss the sky . It always looked to me like an epitome of art. The castle was beautiful but complex … Continue reading Castle.
Photo by Evie Shaffer on Pexels.com When the drops of rain cascaded from the sky, the rainbow decorated the sky wrapped in it's pride. When the night sky vast and black extended to infinite, the stars shone and winked it's eyes. When the untamed wind swirled wild, the feathers buoyed light and high. When death … Continue reading Death and Life.
It's not right to blame others but still I wanted to write this poem . These words were stuck in my head so I decided to give them life and so I came up with this poem called Yours. Hope you will like what I have written. Snow in your eyes, and thorns on your … Continue reading Yours.
Pic credit -Mayuri Srivastava, Pic location-Nainital (Uttarakhand, India) I was the far end of the shore. He was the wave dancing in the sea, and every time he rolled on the shore , he stole away a part of me. I was in him in the raging storm, and in the calm of the wild … Continue reading Waves and the shore.
Pic credit- Mayuri Srivastava, Location-Nainital (Uttarakhand ,India) I have written this poem (or song) called trespass for my life , to be my companion in my happy and tough times because together we can fight external enemies and heal our internal wounds. Hope you will like it. Far from city's thunder, we had a place … Continue reading Trespass.
Photo by Pok Rie on Pexels.com My canvas dangling on the wall, canvas with faded colors, canvas with spot and stain scattered everywhere. The picture that was once beautiful and complete, was now just a heap of but and if. I didn't know if I should throw it away, or pick my paintbrush and try … Continue reading Faded canvas.
Pic credit-Mayuri Srivastava The frail vessel couldn't hold the thunderstorm inside, so it shattered into pieces infinite , like the meteorites showering from the night sky. ~Mayuri Srivastava~