Alone
Alone I sat there All throughout the night Staring at a bleak wall Not knowing whom to call…….. With blood still fresh From my crushed finger nail Lips twitching…
Being true to yourself
Aliya seemed disturbed as she waited for her school bus. Her smile had vanished since her friend told something. On enquiry Aliya conveyed that her school’s annual painting competition was…
Sunday Delight
Sunday Delight
So does the truth run… That each day has its sunny sides To balance well all its moody rides Yet the memories they weave in us Is…