Hazel eyes, a crooked smile That was my every morning's sight Furtive glances, a crimson flush Blew away the webs of a dull summer night ; Once a night owl, Now waited for the dawn, Tiptoeing to the terrace with a coffee mug Was the first task of my morn'. The birds chirped, the clouds m Read More...
You see her face in the crowd Embracing her semblance, Battling the vicious world Quietly enduring the undeserved penance. She might be the one who was thrashed today, or maybe, the one with a scar, Perhaps the one declared irrelevant or the one, whose body is at war. Yet you see Read More...