Simmering, the touch of rain,
symphonies trail on my skin.
I quiver beneath.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Rain
symphonies trail on my skin.
I quiver beneath.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Rain
Tyre-Deep
Each monsoon exposes the failures we normalize—flooded streets, choking drains, and a city forced to endure the same cycle. Come rains, and ...
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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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