Unapologetically me I’d be Without any filter Out to bewilder Shining like glitter No judgements, no suspense Using the uncommon, commonsense Chucking out any pretense
Author: Zenobia Merchant
Zenobia Merchant is a writer/blogger/content writer by passion and a cuemath teacher by profession. She has written poetry and jingles since her school days and loves to read varied genres, Fiction being the food for her mind. 'The Fountain Head' and 'The Alchemist' feature amongst her favorite books.
A New Beginning
Kia had just finished her daily chores and sat down in her favorite spot on her terrace with her cup of tea and her book,
This Too Shall Pass
A step wrong, thou shalt change, let it go Acceptance, conviction, improvement Act, adapt, bounce, persist and resume Patch and move, breathe and choose, smile
Selenophile
Enwrapped in the celestial sky Casting a pearlescent imbue Enthralling and ethereal, singing a lullaby Mystifying, like deja vu Wispy white barren expanses The tranquil
Twist of Fate
The rustling sound of the leaves alerted her. It was like her body was a-tuned to the time. She moved the drapes and peered out
My Way Or The Highway
A sigh escaped her parted lips, trembling She looked around and sought affirmation Lonely, but nonetheless strong and beaming Within herself, she found the guiding
Lost and Found
“It was the right turn at the last intersection, Raman. If only you’d listened to me and not acted stubborn for once!” Sheena cried exasperatedly.
A Cosmic Overlay
Reminiscing beneath the starlit expanse Gratitude, joy and love, fill thy heart and soul Age-old myths to the throes of reality From untold buried stories
A ‘Number’ To Remember
An IT engineer by profession, Riya was always surrounded by numbers and codes. A loner by choice she was mostly cocooned in her small world.
Heaven on Earth
Oh! What beauty I see My vision exhilarates at the sights The lush green amidst the pine tree Mountain engulfed in sheets of whites The
Dear Santa- from Naqiyah Merchant
Dear Santa, My name is Naqiyah Merchant, which I am sure you already know. Psst…Do the elves tell you?Well, I’d like to believe I’ve been
My Nation My Pride
Freedom To love freely To choose my religion To walk the streets as I deem safe To live. Seeing The tricolor Unfurl against the sky