A life, A story, You write some , Erase some. You wish to draw some, But gusts of stormy tempest, It blows the grains away. You look on. And you still draw, Small lines, Broken lines, Anonymous, Indistinct. Someday, Those lines would merge, An amalgam of all the broken ones, And a masterpiece borne. For… Continue reading Life- story
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Today is the festival of Lohri in North India. Sitting in the biting chill besides the bonfires,basking in its warmth and revelling in the love of our dear ones. Crimson ember sparks, The wintry haze shuddering, As new hopes dazzled.