Hello all! Recently, 'Amalgamation' - a love poem written by yours truly, got published at Spillwords. I wrote it sometime back in 2019 for the prompt - 'when sea become sky'; you can read it and tell me if I did right by the prompt. Read Although it was not directly written for the event… Continue reading Amalgamation
As I shed all my leaves & embark on a journey anew, to the land where no one eaves so, mark my words a few- “This life is all you have, shape it like all you want. Don’t let other drag you down and forget the words I can’t” “This life is all you have,… Continue reading Thousand Miles
I wish I could flyto the end of my timeand look for a perfect Julywith cool winds and sunshineand tea parties under the blue skyuninhibited laughs with some winea loved gathering and no good byedancing together under the moonshineinto my perfect July
One day, I will come out of my cocoon,my transformation will be my boon.With the new strong wings I will fly,like a caterpillar turned into a butterfly.
In this world of sms and emails, be someone’s letter.In this world of diets and weight loss, be someone’s craving.In this world of Netflix and prime, be someone’s classic.In this world of pics and selfies, be someone’s painting.In this world of smartphones and laptops, be someone’s diary.In this world of gifs and emojis, be someone’s… Continue reading Be someone’s
Here comes the end of this wonderful ride, the end of NaPoWriMo 2020 poetry contest hosted by dear John of Jar of Poetry. Thanks and a big round of applause for him for making this month special. This week's prompt was "Your Last Poem". Here's my entry for the same. As all my leaves wither… Continue reading Apology
Another week, another challenge. I am totally enjoying this contest for NaPoWriMo, hosted by very generous John Reyes. You all are very welcome to join in on the fun! For this week, I present you my lyrical attempt inspired by Memories by Maroon 5. Hopefully, you will enjoy the song, at least 😉 I close… Continue reading Blood In My Vein
The color of my quill,changes with the strength of my will.Sometimes, its strokes are blackbecause of the heart it lacksand the darkness it holds,hidden beneath its multiple folds.Often, its ink is pure whitebecause of the innocence it stores inside.It also paints the canvas bluebecause of the tantrum which life threw.At times, it changes to red,because… Continue reading Jazzy Spill
All you need are some eggs in your life!
Originally written for Renard’s World as a guest post.
All we need is some trust in ourselves to pass even the most terrible times of our lives. With some Faith, I know we all will thrive!