Migrant

Migrant

  Serene skies seem blissfully blue I doodle dreams from my makeshift tent, With all borders blurred, hands hold Bridging boundaries I hear hearts hum Moments merge, love lingers… But sirens sound, we shake, shuffle, Tremble, teeter, muster, migrate. *** POETRY...
Hazed

Hazed

‘HELPING HANDS, HEARTFELT HUGS’– Huge headlines harp, Heartless heroes honoured, Herds hover… Humanity hammered hindsight, Humility hurled, Hark! Hailed hypocrites  haunt  *** Poetry Style : Tautogram All the words in the poem should begin with the same...
Colour of Peace

Colour of Peace

  Skies seemed serrated in hues grey, Deafening silence signals doomsday, Muted bodies ‘midst ashes and debris, Their ashen faces harboring dreams plenty, Alas! Some think war is for peace… ~ While I wonder how grey could be the colour of peace! Missiles are...
My Home

My Home

Walking up the mountains, Sifting through the deserts, Imprinting footprints along the river, Trampling the fallen leaves of forests dense, These weary boots of mine had seen the seasons change, I’d walked with them treading paths many, Searching for a place that...
Diffused Dreams

Diffused Dreams

  As night unfolds Drawing the curtains of the day, Echoes of the mortal world slowly diffuse And I retire to revisit the tarnished paper Held within the confines of my mind… Etching the same dream that I weave every night I sculpt your face in wild imageries,...