“I wish I was good enough”, isn’t this supposedly the most frequent thought we have when we doubt ourselves? Just as I was doodling for today’s Inktober prompt, I wondered why do we keep our… Read More »Inktober 2020-3-Bulky Wish Baskets
I come here each day In a wistful hope A small portion never mind I still dream about it more. Toiling hard with my family, We carve this place into a mould And a déjà… Read More »Napowrimo 8- Déjà vu
This injected pain to see you suffer, distraught and lonely, when I have atleast a decent living is gruesome, whereas we all are inhabitants of the same place called World. I first thought money would suffice,food and shelter… Read More »A voice to Syrian refugees
On the bed I sit holding my chestAs my lungs are troubled with this coughI sip some water and take some medicineTasting bland and then awfully bitter.Gingerly, I pack and seal the last page tooAlong… Read More »My Wish
