The sun rose just like every other morning I watch with admiration With awe Of Nature’s creation I watch how consistent it is I don’t like Nature, I love it The light dances through my window And paints my skin ever so beautifully So warmly It’s full of life and soul Whereas the life and soul within me keeps receding…
“ “Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.” ~ Emily Dickinson During this pandemic, where we all are sitting at home, where festivals don’t feel like festivals anymore, trying to battle several things at once. This one’s for you. A note of hope. I…
Thump! Thump! Thump! I could feel my weak heart beating against my chest in rapid succession and synchronization. My hands were jittery and shaking as the lay on my lap. Sweat beads erupted on my forehead and my neck was hot. My legs were moving up and down sending waves of ripples across the long silky fabric. The place was…