Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
You were born. And your birth made him so happy that he cried. He held you in his hands with reverence. And he spent every second of ...
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Yesterday night, he slept
Late again. But her colleagues knew the reason. So they did not seek explanations. A middle aged woman, experienced both in life and wo...
Friday, July 13, 2018
Between 7:30 to 8:00, when the dusk blends in night, I wait for his distinct shrill call, loud and ringing, “Vegetables“. Occasionally...
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Haiku: sweet & tart
You are like sweet tarts. Buttery, crumbly goodness. Scrumptious. Addictive. Linking with: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt...
I think of you and spring fills my heart. Long drives; savoring vanilla in the glorious eventide; ambling hand in hand on rustling le...
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