The world isn’t grey…unless I’m alone with you
A poem on how disapproval feels.
A poem on how disapproval feels.
Just a poem on how some people will act friendly but not even give you the bare minimum.
Sweat it out, sweat it out,That’s the price they’ll say,Of the comforts we enjoy,SweatSweatSweat!Labour till your feet drop,Work till your heart stops,And then don’t sit and thinkOr breathe for a winkThe air is posion, the rain acid,So find joy in…
Some people are takers...some people are givers.
A prayer for Diwali.
A verse on what home means to me.
Just some thoughts on women who burned so bright.
Just a description of Park Street.
What trust means in inter-personal relationships.
What makes a place home...