#NaPoWriMo #April 1
April stirs the earth from sleep
A whisper in the morning deep
Birds chirp and buds unfold
Seems like dream while I sit
But why it gives a sting to me
Is it for you not with me ?
The tea we took on the terrace
Now don’t have the flavour
Everything feels bland now a days
I feel ruined and am dragging aimless.
The newspaper slipped from the professor’s hand. “The huge peepal tree fell by the cyclone in
Peace is inner pleasure Does it have a colour Its up to the beholder The spring
You woke before dawn as always.The ceiling fan hummed above.Beside the bed ,the framed degree you
Rashmi sat on the porch as always, watching the hues of the setting sun in the
The Undeveloped Film I married the man, who had lost his mother at a tender age