Sometimes I do not know,My ink says to meAre you talking to others orTrying to get the message across to me. Am I a translator of your thoughts into wordsOr an mediator of your soul… Read More »How far will we go?
Tis was the season of napowrimo nights That kept me awake divulging on the bed of my thoughts Prompts that surprised my tiny mind to leave its space And escape to a creative shore. Tis… Read More »NAPOWRIMO – Napowrimo Nights
Random thoughts became a reason Real happenings found their mention Imagination lead its way ahead Dreams turned alive from its bed Nature got acknowledged for its worth Tributes were dedicated to angels above in heaven… Read More »NAPOWRIMO – Mine
The ink has blurred A hint of blue still left I scribble few letters But only empty impressions remain My finger can feel the imprint Invisible yet deep A sense of ending For my ink… Read More »NAPOWRIMO-Sense of Ending