Why should I???


Why should I live silently, When I can be echoed around? Why should I remain still, When I can fly even from ground? Ability to sacrifice, Ability to grow, Ability to innervate, It’s only me born with ability to create. Hiding behide the rituals, Till when will I be? Killing all my dreams, Till when…

Periwinkle.


Flouting in the air, Here is the small flora, Dancing with the wind, In the grasses adora. Tiny petels pinkishly, Tied with a bud in cones, Here comes a cold breeze, And sudden closure it shows. With the shades of white, Its capturing my sight, In the presence of light, Its feeling shy looking at…