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Golden hues of nature  Signaling a change of mood  Many seasons have left  Like the fallen leaf in the garden  Indians forget years of...

‘Midst the misty mountains, in a forest dense, There stood an ornate stone tower surrounded by elysian gardens, Inside the tower lived...

Times when a Queen sat near a beautiful open window Sewing and looking at nature's spellbinding scenario She pricked her fingers and...

“Are you sure?” asked the worried mother. “Certainly. Pack the stuff,” the little girl told her. “God bless. You look sweet in this red...

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Lined up the goat kids one by one "Listen to my instructions", bleated the mommy None paid...

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who’s the fairest of all?” “Oh Queen, your face is brighter than the shining sun, I wish to say that you’re...

On her way to Grandma's with a basket of goodies, Through the woods she went wearing a bright red hoodie. On the way she stopped to smell...

During the early hours of eventide, in the season of winter, The last leaf that was tethered to a bough in vain did wither, My wizened...

A chill creeps in, a shiver down my spine Is this death's touch, a fading, cruel design? A silent nod, a whisper, "Judgment's nigh,...

The Grim Reaper paves its way into our lives uninvited, unwarranted (at times) unrecognizable (too). I live years long waiting for...

"I can feel your humongous umbra, Proceeding towards me with delitescent steps. I can negate your eldritch figure with mirth For you're...

The gossamer petals in a riot of colours that danced before my half-shut eyes Blur and fade away as I am pushed into the grey well of...

'Over the years, I’ve learnt to Domesticate My anger As a reliable pet When I got it raw From the wild, It used to bark at Every...

The kitchen is the heart of the house! And poetry is the heart of a poetic soul. Long back I wrote a piece with a poem on kitchen and got...

She was sculpted with every inch of divinity for celebration As vaticination from zion depicted that her feminine incantation can't...

Torn and tattered, beaten and battered She lay there, a lump of life constricted Throbbing with intense pain inflicted By hunky egos...

While designing and typesetting our recently released Coffee Table Book, I came across this most amazing and intriguing concept in...

Spring By Christina Rossetti Frost-locked all the winter, Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits, What shall make their sap ascend That...

"SCATTERED SHOWERS is only the reflection of my ruminative mind sometimes soaked in euphoria and other times sunk in deep melancholy."...

He dazzled, he scorched He looked right through all His arrogance had them swooning Not one to accede He strides right past Fresh as...