A walk through my world of words
On the day I was unborn I took a stroll around the earth A few steps here, a few steps there Around the vastness of its girth Treading along unknown territory Wading through waters Marked as another’s sanctuary Lands spread across The wines and the creepers The trees standing tall Watching like time keepers I …
Continue reading Predicament of Being Born
Smoke filled the dimly lit room. A pack of wolves hovered around, Flaky red eyes, glaring through the smoke, “Jeremy is dead!” The hounds had no claws, They did not bite, Holding needle they made a grimly sight “Jeremy is dead!” Blood oozed from injected scars, Annihilated stink spread far, They licked the wounds to …
Between the times of light and dark, There is a music to hear. It is neither the Morning Thrush, Nor the Nightjar, Just a melodious hum to the ears.
My Life My Pace!
