He glances up towards the heavens Expecting, languishing, awaiting For showers of rain to descend And quench the thirst of withered, parched fields Reviving, recharging,
Author: Rashim Brutta
Rashim Brutta is a dentist by profession and a writer by choice. She likes to keep things simple and strike a chord at the same time.
Morning Muse
The morning pearls glistening bright Bedecking the green bed around That pose as perfect mirrors to reflect the summer light. Bloom glorified as beauty crowned
The sublime(y) talk with Limerick King
The Limerick king Edward Lear Wrote nonsensical poems without any fear He chose characters so weird And made them look so revered He proposed a
Eternal Love, Breaking Stereotypes
The conflict of heart and mind Kindled deep Arousing the inhibited Yearning hard to unwind Set to beep Deriding the prohibited Love sans any shackles
The Inner Call
Tick- tock -Tick, the wall clock sounded, breaking the haunting silence in the plushly ornate room of Maheshwari Mansion in Jaunpur.Vroom-vroom the car’s engine screeched as
O! Dame Nature
May I or may not? Seek a brighter day A longing so deep; To vent all pent-up Pouring from my heart. Craving to be free;
The Cry of Unborn
The flight of broken wings. The desire of small things. The pain of shattered dreams. The plight of unheard screams. The sobs of wailing womb.
The Phoenix
“Mayur, you will get late for the office. Hurry up!” Mrs. Shukla was shouting on the top of her lungs, it was his first day
The Salvation
No, no Papa. I will not be able to make it during this summer vacation the schedule is very tight, Mia was lamenting, while conversing