Literature

April SunshineOh April wind !Will you blow my fetters off?And take me high up to the sky?I would paint it with the colour of springAnd blend it with my vibrant soulThey call it the yellow festivalAnd I call it the April festivalUnder the…

We often misunderstand “Happiness” as a condition attached to any events or situations or person. In the mid of all the chaos we forget the emotions what it describes the most. Happiness is a state of mind what comes from within. It's not…

Alone in the night, I often cry.And without letting anyone know, My tears mysteriously dry.Lying Cold in the season, I tried to find a reason.And I don’t know why, but every time I fail in this mission. Like waves crash in the sea, Like…

Darkness is what I see, all over around me;Not even a speck of light is there to help me… But I need light to see,to win this fight…Against odds, against sorrow,against fear, against evil,against ‘The Devil’!I am all alone herefighting…

The shade that doesn't shed,the bond that never fades,I wish to revert back,back to the walks,walks with laughter andtall talks,stormy showers to delightful drizzles,yet never stopped the giggles.the wheels of time,that's neither thine nor…

I long for a real silence, real and deep,the type one can probably only imagine,the type you can’t find, but stumble upon.In a cavern, or deep down a reef,high in the mountains, in its deep steeps,or probably, a ship abandoned ages ago,or…

The colour crimson, the sky strokes,beyond the plumes of smoke,do you adore the light huethat shies away from the darkyet brings you the mornings anew?Do you listen to the silence ofthe benign blue, that lie defenseless,covering the…

The fallen leaves, this autumn, have been piled,So that she can keep right on top of them;And, if the heaps mean every leaf is filed,Then such is life, the tidiness may stem. Wild thoughts of blooming breezes and the storm,That lies…

It’s strange how even when I do nothing all day,I feel the need to unwind in some way!!Is this exhaustion or just a mental state?Because when the day goes on, it’s for night that I wait.Is it tranquility or peace of that hour?Or is silence…

Trudging the track alone,alas! Found home none.Neither the cloud, nor the wavy blue,that gave her the clue.Akin the fossil turning filth,She got lost being a meagre myth.Being unfit for the dais,was too tender to survive.Being a shoulder…