EVERLASTING WORDS

There was light, Laughter… and pain. And that was The last of it. There were no cries No pain. Yet the floor was Red,...

Dainty teacups make me anxious. There I said it. I’d drink tea out of enormous mugs, And Styrofoam cups, With tea tags dangling Li...

When you are standing on the verge of experiencing loss, you lose your hold on sanity, nothing seems certain. It's like ripples that hav...

I drift away. Inside suffocating train carriages that overflow with people one minute and are hauntingly empty the next. The voices echo ...

She let goes through words, That cascade over on paper A mess of ink,  Spilling over and un-contained, Discreetly patched...

The little girl sneaks into the kitchen, rolls up her sleeves, washes her hands. She silently draws out a bowl and sieves in the flour; maki...

An assortment of bottles, A pot of well brewed Chai. Long stemmed glasses, And a dainty little tea cup. Filled to their brims, A...

It was only in the very last wee hour of the morning that slumber began to even tingle her senses. It drew her out of her reckless stupor an...

A distinct rapid beat starts building up in the background, tugging at the corners of my slumber. As I forget moment after moment that p...

In the middle of the night, She hears whispers and pleas. Knocks on her door As she further retreats Inside her blanket As if, in a c...