I opened my eyes and looked around It was dark, gloomy. I heard no sound I realised I was caged. Suddenly the wall beside me turned pink The wall to the left, yellow The others in blue and green ink They soon turned into monsters. I screamed for aid in vain These monsters were going…
The sun rose and so did I, Yawning, I drew apart the curtains The yellow of the sunflowers stunned me A spectacle of beauty it was for certain. The beautiful petals encircling That mass of black and brown The stems of green and leaves likewise Made it the most pleasant sight around. The enchanting aura…
We have always been taught to hold hands and help anyone in need behave equally with every person irrespective of their race or creed. holding hands is a symbol of unity something necessary in this world of today 'walk together, hand in hand' is the cry together we all shall stay. united we stand, divided…
Drowning in this shimmer, we are struggling to survive.
"Where were you!?" Mom asked. I just kept mum, guilt became the sea in which I drowned Could I really reveal the truth? Or had she already found out? I chose not to answer at all As I gazed with shame at the mat below I couldn't meet eyes with Mom Her trust was broken,…
A day has 24 hours. All of us at the end call it a day. The day is the same, yet different for each and every person. A man may have lost his family. Or greeted death. A woman may have cried ecstatically while entering the blissful world of motherhood. Or come to terms with…
Masked beneath this face Is another countenance The face portrays smiles unfelt The one underneath silently cries One shows false belief While the other unseen, revolts The top portrays superficial dimples While the hidden bears the scarring assaults Because one is just a mask The other a vault Boxing feelings, memories, torture, untold. ©SannSpeaks™
"The drops that stained the soil, awoke to a new dawn of victory" The moon rose and I pulled over the blanket Thought about my wife and my child aged 2 Looking at their picture, I smiled Closed my eyes, for another day new Of devotion, towards my motherland. My dreams were interrupted By the…
We share the same moon. It was December 22. The Winter had begun pronouncing its reality as the numbers stayed on the lower end of the temperature scale. Northern India was experiencing extreme low temperatures. K was in Delhi layered up in sweaters. She was reading something on her phone while sipping on a mug…
The skies screamed their own story Among the rustle of the Autumn leaves The waves roared their own tale Among the echoes of the voices The voices of people The clatter of glasses The shatter of emotions The chaos inscribed by the human race In the ancient reign of Nature The Nature's fading visibility Whispered…
