Nostalgia
Sometimes, looking back in time, I remember old poems, and how they came to existence. And wonder, if only they did now…
I live in words
Sometimes, looking back in time, I remember old poems, and how they came to existence. And wonder, if only they did now…
A click of the clouds from a friend set free imagination about shapes… and this poem.
Conversations through written words have their voice too.
100DaysOfBlogging, a challenge in collaboration with Aniesha bon.
Day 5, I’m writing a poem about a morning walk.
At times, the words come before the thought. And they can’t be taken back.
Some rules are realized only when we try to break free.