Her Arms her arms became the warmth of the oceanfor his incessant tears needed a shore of hope the anchor of his freedom was living a life of solitudeto which her arms became the strongest rope byKritika Note from the AuthorCopyright 2020 (All rights reserved)Copying of the content and image is not permissible. The writers… Read More Her ArmS
Still Alive ? under the spell of silencestars I see glistening brighthope, is it still alive?mine is flickering like the tube light butterflies of paper I craftedeasily they seem to falllove that I poured in creatingthe adhesive did not fit at all the fairies I pasted on the chosen wallceased to brighten the nightsthat time… Read More StiLl aLivE ?
Not The One Stealing a stare by strolling outside, wandering in search of satisfaction of not just the physical desire but eyes of a handsome stranger who would enjoy crossing my path every day and yet he will not be the one I would fall for. Wavelength might match as the longing for a touch… Read More noT thE onE