The clock strikes midnight Twice in a day - Once it is within And then without The ink bleeds across paper The rain onto the land Siphoning off the thoughts and memories into sand Where do all those drops go? And why are some bigger? If storms are poets' muses, What then are summers? The… Continue reading The Writer’s Squall!
Shreya watched the minutes tick by on the clock with dread. It was not easy to sit through an hour of extra class after school, especially when she knew Aarav would be getting impatient with every passing minute. The droning voice of her mathematics teacher felt like a bee buzzing in her ears and Shreya… Continue reading Predator!
There are some pictures that prompt you to write. There are some that make you want to pour out the half-formed thoughts. And then there are pictures that ignite something in you, infusing the whole being with a sense of purpose, making the words pour out almost effortlessly. There is no backspace, no hesitation, as… Continue reading Under the vast sky!