@sarooshsm in a world stained withred, and loud withsuffering, there is noapparent bright side tothings, yet the birdscontinue to sing praises,the sun comes out everydawn, spring arriveswithout delay, and babiescoo for the first time. there is no apparentbright side to things, yetdespair is forbidden onthe human being; wecannot allow the scenesof injustice to make uslose…
@sarooshsm a double, double,that’s what they say; rushed and readyfor another day“yes sir, it’s on the way“two squirts of cream and two spoons ofsugar go down in the steaming hot cupof caffeinesome come in upset, some come incheer, others are broody, while there arethose who are glad it’s just a new daysearching, hungering, looking forwardto…
@sarooshsm A typical fan spins about three hundred times in a minute, which isn’t enough times when it’s peak summer but also more than enough times when winter’s finally stepping in and it’s not all that cold. Three hundred times is actually a good number when the sun comes in through the cranked open window…
Chandni M My heart, you are mine to haveI am yours to holdWe’ve sculpted promises with our handsWith whispers of love and faith in the middle of nightbreathing lifeThis sacred thread tying my fate to yoursThe only symbol of meaning in an aimless worldEverything else is just a blurEverything else is noiseAll that matters is…
@sahilslifefullofstrife My brown skin glistens against the sunlight like still water reflects light on the surface of a lake. The golden hour is like a mirror for my people. We only see what we wish to see in our reflection. United by color, divided by shades. My mother rejoices every time she sees me on…
Chandni M Everytime it is the first of AprilAn ember heats itself upFingers itchWords play catch on the tip oftongueMind skims old posts, musing overwhat can be said,No rehearsals, no verses to stringthe in-between months togetherHeart refusing to let a good thingdieA good thing that gave life to asombre soul,Everytime it is the first of…
