In between the end of something, and the start of something new, there is a moment of stillness and silence, a brief pause which doesn’t quite get completed when the next cycle swiftly begins. Whether it’s changing gears in a…
I sit by myself, in the little corner tinted green. It was curious, the colour. The checkered tablecloth, the tiny cups, the frosting on the cake I regret ordering- all a pale verdant hue. I despised the colour at first.…
The following poem is written in Terza Rima, a style pioneered and popularized by Dante Alighieri, the popular Italian renaissance poet. The style is characterized by interlinking of stanzas, symbolising one continuous tale that starts and ends at the same…
I look up at the sky, which casts Iridescence in my eyes, splitting Their sparkle into a thousand hues. It reminds me of the time we spent together, Seated on the park bench, marvelling at the tint that Splashes the…
After the crash of her getaway car, she lay on the holy ground as the midnight rain freckled her face, She deafened herself to the cameras’ clicks and the high decibels of censure-filled nods, ripping her state of grace. She…
