Overcast day, the sky weeps hard.
Trickling rivulet beyond yard,
gathers all tears, glistens like shard.
Wild, raw and impassioned freedom.
Linking with Ronovan Writes
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Where Thirst Ends
On the sacred occasion of Shaheedi Gurpurab, I offer this humble haiku in remembrance of Guru Arjan Dev Ji's unwavering faith, grace, an...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
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