A flower made out of flowers a rose inside of a rose a day of flowers and roses of books and kisses awkward hugs and sideward glances a dimple on the cheek, a mole on the forehead a crooked nose, an uneven jaw plentiful teeth that morph into two smiles orderly and unorderly questions are asked and answered none an arm's distance, a safe length closing doors and a train's ride a momentary pause, while thoughts collide walking from dawn until dusk and when night falls a day of

Is spring really here i hear the birds tweeting screeching behind worms in delight the trees bristling boldly flowers lay carpeted across grass the sun glistens over untainted waters kissing the shores ever so gently fruit laden trees bear heavy secrets waiting to ripen and burst forth into the air the mountains are shying away from the sun hiding within the clouds spring is shy, this time around ----S

Love is small, life is huge inside a beating heart that speaks of desire to live to breathe in, expanding and contracting running into a green field with arms wide open screaming into the sky in broad daylight fresh like the morning dew on a blade of grass birthing every moment anew a blooming flower that picks up the bees from the air in stillness, finding companions from afar, a place unknown or a shooting star that enters an atmosphere burning itself on the way through giv

I was born in a home wrapped in flesh and blood nutrients oozing through its walls beating with the rhythm of my own heart I was brought up in a home with a hundred helping hands carrying me around in circles hugging and holding my tender body I lived in a home of dust and smoke soot layered in the walls and floor washed with water, oil and soap I left a home sunlight filtering through the ceiling creepers crawling across its walls with smells of wood and metal Homes grew aro

picture taken at the Museu de Historia Catalunya Winter is here feelings have faded, memories too fallen leaves are brushed aside to make way for the new Salt and snow melt the path healing open wounds i hibernate, bury myself in the dark to feel nothing, time or you Winter is here Freezing fingers, laboured breaths nobody to call and no one to trust standing here, unmoving, wherever the cold takes me i go with it too Let me be angry and violent all these years of understandi

WHAT IS CREATIVITY? During a rather interesting discussion in our otherwise boring art class, we stumbled upon an age old argument; Is...

Artwork by Sudhiksha S A Haunted Heart 🫀 Ghosts lurk in every corner of my heart some old, some new they hide behind crevices tapping...

Some days earlier, a strand of hair peeked out. Innocent, scared and doubtful. Was it the light? Or, Was it really white? Tilting my head...

Beneath a sea of blue Honing the crashing clouds you wait. A monstrous presence, intimidating yet reflecting strength and pride. I want...

Wrapping myself in a blanket, I turned my phone to silence. Tomorrow was my birthday. Not that my friends call me these days at midnight...

Mother 🏡 Tugging at her sari, I hide behind She smiles, reassuring Telling me to go into my second shrine I enter clueless, blinking...

Girls' Girls 🎀 I went outside, and what did I find A box to open. I hope no one will mind It was tied on top with a bow of pink Saw a...