Muse

Tiny tots

The little buds dangle crisscrossed peeking in through the opened grills  shooting out frm the cascaded leaves in the lava laced summer.They haven’t figured out rainbow hues on the dahilyas yet but have soaked them… Read More »Tiny tots

What more he can ask for?

He searched for herHolding the torch to find herIn that sheer darkness Moving covers, curtains and blankets Besides the book shelf, Near the hallway and kitchen She wasn’t there outsideNot to be seen even in the sombre terraceWhere was… Read More »What more he can ask for?