Sunita sighed at the clothes piled up for ironing…the creases craved for being straightened out. Remorsefully, she looked out of the window. The orange ball
Author: Rachna Karara
Rachna runs a retail business of designer wear. She is a happy mother of two beautiful children and enjoys creative writing.
New York Diaries
The teeming city that never slept, And talked nineteen to the dozen, The Statue of Liberty which enticed many, To it’s perennial bosom, Central Park,
A Conversation with God
Seeking Enlightenment, I went within, My soul fixed a conversation with God, I sat in meditative silence, The inner voice cried for peace and stillness.
The Land of Celestial Bloom
Melancholy oozes from the somber winter nightIn my earthly slumber, I see youA little ashamed, a little hesitantThe medic is trying to keep me aliveWhile,
The Arctic Zone
The powdery snow falls stealthily over the majestic pine trees Camouflaging the green landscape with an opaque quilt A sonorous ,silent lullaby it sings “Be
I Saw a Bird Fly High
I saw a bird fly high In the rain, amidst the clouds Mesmerised, I gazed at the sight Random, negative thoughts cross my mind Tearing
Mother Nature
Nature speaks As though, in silence The rich turquoise water Falls with a roaring pour Slowing my racing thoughts The ferns beckon me To sit