To the songs we forgot to sing, to the conversations we could not make... Some flowers should have never blossomed,The memory of their fragrance makes your heart bleed. They smile in the broad daylight , … Continue reading Dusk
Tag: prose poetry
Winter….
Winter is life’s longing for itself..... December has come and so has winter. It is becoming more powerful with every passing day. The time of the year when creatures hibernate, trees shed their leaves, nature goes to sleep. Even nature requires rest and peace for its renewal and for beginning a new season. Its not … Continue reading Winter….
Knock on the Door
A call to the departed. You've moved away but the memories are still alive. Pain feels beautiful when it wears the veil of memories, this one is for the ones who are never coming back. I shall wait for the knock on the door. The lamp will be lit by the fire of longing. It will … Continue reading Knock on the Door
Pink
To all those healed by love... Of all the colours of the garden of life, colour me pink. Colour me pink, take me to those meadows of innocence which were oblivious to the scars of the past. Colour me pink , for all my life I've waited for my memories to be erased..... Nobody was … Continue reading Pink
Aishwarya_ the sailor 