Crossroads
Every so often, we set out, to get somewhere in life, Only to be taken for a ride, by this guide they call life, Leaves me wondering, what is to take, and who is taken, But make no mistake about
Thirsty River
From a tiny spout, it slowly begins to take form, Filled drop by drop, from the contributions of a storm, Every single memory, every moment, a part of the deluge, And when you cross the banks, they have no refuge.
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
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