Stitching Time by Rhyme

broke the rhythm divine was my love writing at the utmost speed gave me pleasure with a different feel time with situation changed my course of action material love overcame now I am in shame difficult to hold my only pen sitting in my created den all tools kept at the same place its just… Continue reading Stitching Time by Rhyme

Silence has its own voice

The quiet afternoonbetween 3 to 5world seems stillonly the silence alive Reaching to my earsa beautiful voicecalm and serene in naturefresh breath as its feature Embracing this drowsy noon bodyMy breathing in the air completely waking me up for a chit chattelling me to relax for a while as the day is still left Freshening the soul to resume my duties having a cup of… Continue reading Silence has its own voice