Every Colour Dahlia

Every Color Dahlia The city haze covers the dawn. The sun rays hide in the misty gaze of my view that spreads across the horizon. Last, when I checked it was still termed as fog and not smog, and the air is breathable so I take the liberty of looking at the scene positively. The... Continue Reading →

Sword in the Scabbard

I fit into your scabbardnot because I am made for it. It is because I adjusted myselfto take the curve withoutmy blades cutting into the leather. You hold me like you ownfor the handle takes the shapeof your fist and succumbs to your grip. But remember it is just the handle...it is just the handle... Continue Reading →

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