I thought someone painted my sky

I thought someone painted my sky with a subtle streak of blue The Color blue hanging in the air , blending with my smile The Smile that broadens when I fall in the water of doubts The Doubt that widens when I feel lonely in the crowd The Crowd that always casts a shadow on [...]

May – A piece by Sara Teasdale

The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But for me the spring is done. Beneath the apple blossoms I go a wintry way, For love that smiled in April Is false to me in May.

The Bright Red Poly Bag

That evening the sky was clear and blue with specks of pink splashed in between. .Having a look at it during her evening walk ritual, Megha was reminded of what her mother used to say years back on seeing these colours above “It is going to pour either today or after sixteen days…..” “Hmmm, there’s [...]