Earnest abandon.
Nestled in the heart of storms,
the calm of rainbows.
Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #poetry
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗
Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
-
He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
-
You’re asking me The color Of A broken heart? I’d say It’s still red That is Minus The Ebullience, Vibrancy And Ex...
No comments:
Post a Comment
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.