Not all days are jolly and bright,Neither all moments memorable,Some times are a chaotic saga,Of despair, dismay and plight.Nonetheless, a beauty in disguise,Entices despite the tough times,For not always bliss is perfection,Sometimes it’s amidst chaos,When the deeds to meet ends,Bear fruits in the thick of mess.
I walk past the empty lanes,The gardens look deserted,Not much to catch my eyes,I search for a glint so bright,Up on the wall a flower blooms,And my eyes lit up to the view,It’s a yellow bud, rose I guess,So tiny but bright enough,To light up the barren lanes,Engulfing all gloomy hints. Written in response to; dVerse, […]
Jessica woke up with the sound of tiny droplets on her window panes. She saw the clock hung on the wall of her room. It was 4 am, too early for her to wake up. But sleep eluded her eyes as the coldness in the weather filled her room and her heart. She grabbed her […]