Fountain Park

There's music. But I have my own tunes Playing in my mind As I walk through a row of trees In a silent park. It's not that windy. So, I'll have to imagine that The breeze is caressing my face. I just feel that there's something missing Amidst all of this and I just think … Continue reading Fountain Park

Wings of a Dead Butterfly

I decided to clean my room After a very long time. I had to pick an old white T-shirt As I didn't have a broom. I dusted my cupboard, Swept my floor and Moved my bed as I didn't like the Place where it previously stood. At one corner, I saw something That was clinging … Continue reading Wings of a Dead Butterfly