Paper Planes
“Aswath”, he said, when I asked his name, hesitant, Soon some of his friends join, equally reluctant, The closer they got, the more I could sense a distance, But I was sure I would soon overcome the resistance. The bag
Petunias
Flowering by the roadside, beside the softest footfall, Towering before you, along the lengths of many a wall, Violets, pinks, whites, blues, more colours than you can call, And yet, seen and unknown, like the spring in every fall. The
Soulmates
They say people like us are already made for each other, How, we had wondered, since we didn’t know one another, Always the prankster, time sure took its own sweet time, Before agreeing it was time our little story had
Resilience
They say it is the words that first cause such a thing, And that nothing quite matches the angst that words bring, Hurting in places far deeper than the skin, than the mind, And an equally acerbic retort, is the
Falling Leaf
Nestling in the sun, tethered to the strongest stem, Looking at cousins in my shadow, I laugh at them, Basking in the glory of my sun, I miss the impending grey, I should have listened to those stories of the