I breathe in the fervid, balmy breeze. Ambrosial, idyllic, enchanting A city of passion and amour. My utopian heart skips a beat. Artefacts, monuments, voyagers
Author: Priya Washikar
Priya Washikar has worked quite a few years as a teacher. She enjoys pursuing her passion of blogging and poetry.
A Mystical Rendezvous
The night descends like an orphic whisper. The silvery moonlight kisses your lips. The fragrant breeze teases your untamed curls; Your eyes mirror the passion
The Scarlet Saga
Red mesmerizes us with it’s sheer grandiose brilliance. The ardently seductive and intense shade of cerise. The sanguine, rufescent sky, as it embraces the twilight;
Paean for Prayer
Prayer is a humble solution, to all life’s questions and queries. It’s inexplicable devotion; Beyond beliefs and theories. Prayer’s tranquil and calm. So fervent. A
Tintinnabulation of Courage
“Sorry, Father for I have sinned!” Over the last year, Melissa had attended the Sunday Church service over a hundred times. But she never mustered
Blessings of the Arcturus
The bright Arcturus Shines down upon us Showers it’s blessings On cherished moments Of intimacy The eventide casts An ombre of hues Your arms around
Radio Tales
INTROSPECTION “Good Afternoon! This is your host and dost RJ Kabir. Welcome to your favourite show Mid-day Melodies.” Sonu Nigam’s soulful voice filled the car
Imprints in the Sands of Time
To the people we meet in the journey of our lives… Though fleeting is the moment Heartfelt is it’s intensity and such is it’s profoundness
The Masked Messiah
‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. In ten minutes we are going to land at the Cayman Airport. Hope you had a perfect
Remember When We…
He sat besides her bed each day At times he didn’t know what to say This was his last chance to cope When everyone else
The Tumbler of Boza
“This woman, is just good enough to make Boza for me!, scoffed Kadir. His yellow, tobacco stained teeth and the jeering look, were a sight,
Spreading their Wings
The Dearest daughter… The apple of your eye… She turns one. Life revolves around her, your dearest one. Time flies and now she turns five.
Our Togetherness in Separation
Dear husband.. We married as teenagers.. It was always ‘our’ decision. We pursued our academics thereafter. With grit and determination. Higher studies today, We have