You came on a winter night When I felt your breath My heart warmed My baby. You look at me Wide eyes Curl your fingers Around my thumb Your cries for two hours For milk Irritate me sometimes I remind myself I can’t expect You to feed yourself now, can I? Time is waterfalling Already
Autumn left and allowed winter to set The days get shorter, the nights lengthen Long nights give the warmth of the cosy quilt. Dawn lightens up with birds chirping Oh! The refreshing morning As if calling everyone to go outside. I open the door to go to the garden Dew sparkles on grass and leaves
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SixPens Tale-06 My real name is Markus Marshall. You heard it right. I am. But that’s not what they knew. My parents had named me Ryan. As I grew I became aware of my popularity in my school. I was known as a joker. A joker whose jokes were as deadly as the man I
T’was the coldest winter, our hands entwined You gave me that smile I had not seen in a while I knew then there was something in your mind. You said, “This is the last night that we would be together –So let’s cherish it, a night to remember.” My heart ached, my mouth dry I
Oh, the start of winter, Enough to fill the mind, With hope and delight, Of a new day. Each breath of morning dew, The cool breeze around, Brings a feeling of glee, And makes everything anew. The night is filled with wonder, Snowflakes everywhere, Or a burst of cold wind, That brings out the sweaters!
I was sitting at the Kallor metro station. Although, I’d transited through this line many times before, today, the first time a sense of fulfilment and pride embraced me. There was a rumour spreading across the town that the Urban Development Ministry was going to award Kochi metro as the best metro project in India.
The circle of life moves on. After a day there is a night. I want to sleep forever in the cover of darkness. It’s winter, so sleep too is deep. The cool air takes my breath away The heart is at peace as is the body. The moment is as if to be drowned in
Mandig village is small and may look peaceful with its verdant hills and forest around it but crime had set foot on this exact village two days ago painting its reputation red. Crimes know no sizes, after all. They happen anywhere, to anyone, anytime. Standing in front of a medium-sized grocery store I order a
There are so many forms of poetry that sometimes it becomes difficult to make one out from another form. In spite of how many people have written or explained the different forms of poetry, there is always room to learn more. Poetry dates back to more than 2000 BC and could very well have originated
He dragged his steps out of exhaustion as he followed the purr of the wheels he could hear in the ghats. His lips were parched by now, due to an hour long haul without water, in this cold and dry weather. It was going to get dark soon and all he really prayed was a