Summer. One fateful summer day, when the sky was bluest of the blue, not a single cloud in sight. The sun shone in its brightest, the heat unbearable. I saw her, she was beautiful. She was sitting on a porch, she wore a white summer dress, her beautiful legs rested upon each other. Her brown … Continue reading SEASONS OF LOVE.

My poetry was born in dark silence.

My poetry was born in dark silence,Those days when I was not allowed to speak,And even if I had a chance, I was afraid to open my mouth,So I wrote,I wrote in blind rage,I wrote and wrote everyday as a coping mechanismor to cool off my anger and my frustration,I wrote words I could never … Continue reading My poetry was born in dark silence.