Aspiring Author | Blogger | Poet
would it matter if the rising sun was purple the sinking moon amber if what we cried were not salted tears but only plain water would it matter if meadows were black and storms mellow if elephants chirped and squirrels bellowed if lions were striped and zebras spotted if we walked backward to reach ahead would…
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as the key clicked into the lock he stood up excited to finally see her to be with her ♥ she hurriedly wiped her kohl-stained eyes the memories of the finality still burning in her mind ♥ a weak smile replaced her sobs the truth need not be sensed the story need not known and hugged him as he jumped into her…
Read MoreIt’s Christmas and the time of the year when everyone around is celebrating and enjoying is praising and worshiping moms busy making Christmas cookies kids waiting for Santa and gifts ♥ I too want to believe that Santa is for real and travels on sleighs pulled by reindeer that he grants wishes and makes dreams…
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He sniffed everyone passing by. Their scents, their dangling handbags, And looked up at them, with pleading eyes… The heartless drove him away, kids pelted stones at him, Out of disgust, of fear or rage, scaring him to death. Away he ran and stood staring at their backs as they walked on… They looked at…
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“Why eyes?”, asked he suddenly not so curious. “Why ever not”, I enquired. Answering his less satisfied yet inquisitive look, “For the same reason as you may find lips or hair or general physique attractive”, I finished. I find casual coffee talks quite stimulating. Especially, when you meet with old mates after a long time. Conversations steer in all directions.…
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Asha Seth 