Oh, the books by Prof. Valerio Massimo Manfredi, To read them, I am forever eager and greedy. So, Child of a Dream I picked And
Author: Shristee Singh
Shristee Singh is a writer and a blogger by passion. She loves penning poetry and prose. Her
stories have been featured on various platforms as well as she has won 100 words stories
occasionally. She has also authored level 2 books for children on Storyweaver.
Invocation
O mighty light, scintillating high Transforming fears into devotion Let our sins rectify. O guardian of the cosmos Sail us over the evil tide The
Every Time
Every time I see thee In reverence, I bow When I see thy eyes shine Like million stars in sky Singing glory divine. Every time
The Amalgamation
The hills are my home, from where I come Undergo uncanny transition I burble, I gurgle, I effuse! Warm rays of sun thaw the ice
Break Free
Feel free! Let desires drop When they worry thee much For your needs are taken care of, By Him. Rush not, Dilly dally Lilting ditty
The Sapphire Saint
Poised he stood, with trident tall, Sleet flew, the gales roared. Slithered serpent around azure neck, Upwind made the tiger cloak flutter. Milky mountains stood
Defying Storms
Storms with thunderous noise Roars in heart, Emotions vacillate like tide… When I hear a li’l voice To fresh start, Making dubiety subside. I repose
Come Hither
Come hither… O wind, Bring aroma wild Of floret from woods, Smell that ne’er withers Making one beguiled. Come hither… O wind, Bring me those
Seraph’s Light
‘Hey you… look at me!’ ‘Who’s that?’ I turned to see… Before I realized, She embraced me tight. Her angelic silhouette, Emanated, fragrance and light
The Masked Queen
The arena bustled with excitement. All eyes turned towards the person who dared to challenge Guru* Dronacharya, who spoke with pride and admiration about his
From Heart to Soul
What rhythm is that… I hear, Soft and subtle; Is it Krishna dancing on Kaliya’s hood, Transforming the beast As Lord played with his flute.
Yielding to Thee
Winds whispered thy name, enchanted I stood, Watching ripples dance in absolute glee. Verdant was the turf, frosty were the woods, Blossoms swayed, spreading odour
The Pious Princess
The sprawling palace of Rana Sangram Singh perched majestically on Aravalli, buzzed with festivities. Every corner of the palace was festooned with flowers. Music from
Little Tully
The sun was high Wrapping the clouds around. Little Tully ventured to town To buy groceries, candies sweet n sour. Bidding Mother goodbye he went
Knight’s Return
Cold was air when he left Leaving her lone, bereft With pinning sweet and long Ere he galloped furlong Tears trickled from her eyes Praying
Kingdom of Heaven
“Kingdom of Heaven shall welcome you with love and light.” He walked away whispering these words in cloak-and-dagger. Startled, she turned around to see who
