Seeds of Kindness
Were you to walk through a trampled garden, Would you care enough to stop, Pick up the fallen branches flower laden, Moisten the withered petals
Penmancy Anthologies
Beyond the Confines
The Hustle and the Bustle I love this time of the day, the sense of gratification it brings is immense. Especially after a day that
Shall Resurrect
The day you left me alone in the world Rejoiced my heart, heaved a sigh of relief Torment ended, from abuses you hurled A broken
Make Me Perfect
All people were just perfect, including me. Once. All the facial features were at the right spot, wrinkle-free skin, no blemishes, perfect height, weight, and
Entrapment
My eyes incessantly craved for thine eyes, Day after day I became trapped in thee, My hopeless heart believed thy cloying lies, A realm beyond
An Unnamed Terror
Harini wiped the beads of sweat pooling on her forehead with the back of her hand and stared at the slowly expanding stain on the
My True Love
I long for you to come and sit with me, I yearn for your soft touch and warm embrace, Your pretty almond eyes- I long
Beyond Hope
The bespangled grounds, reflecting the early sun rays seemed to be inviting me. I spread my arms wide to embrace it with full force. A
Eeesh! A Day Without Fish?
“No. No. Maa. Please. Don’t torture me like this”, Rakhal babu pleaded with folded hands. His rotund belly shook vigorously, as if in agreement with
The Winner
Stephanie took the centre stage. She saw her three favourite judges in front of her. She was both nervous and excited. After the brief introduction,
The Final Countdown
Chicken Little was in the woods. An acorn fell on his tail. Chicken Little said, “The sky is falling, I will run,” Rumi read out to
Golden Flowers of Contentment
I saw golden flowers of contentment A small garland was made for special jewels My heart and breath got a new enchantment Despite all turbulence
Back in Time to World War-1
“Come up here and help me move these books from the attic!” my mother called. “Coming.” It was very early that morning, and my mom
It’s My Number
Twenty -one is my number! I was born twenty-one days before the expected day of my arrival. The high-pitched shrieks of my immediate neighbour awakened
Assemblage of Memoirs
Photographs, an assemblage of memoirs Forgotten moments and words unspoken Evoking emotions often etched with scars That leave behind dreams completely broken Each photograph has
Trials and Tribulations
Twelve year old little Suhana was playing with her friends outside her building. The summer vacation had started and they were rejoicing. She heard her
The Penance
The woman Rajeev had known all his life had transformed into a stranger. The stoic grim disposition she was associated with was no longer discernible.