20 Degrees EAST

I was learning how to pedal for the first time How to balance a cycle, I cried "Keep a hold on the cycle dad, don't leave it" I begged him, I thought he was still running behind me, making me learn how to cycle, I kept on cycling And failed to hear "Keep the handle... Continue Reading →

An Empty Canvas

Writing my own story, I did pause for a while, Gave rest to these hands of mine which experienced situations that no one else would wish to, Experienced the touch of cheeks and the ashes too! And here they are, Tired and numb to feelings, Could no more sense the touch, The touch of love,... Continue Reading →

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: