When I was a child there was a test on simile once. I wasn't prepared at all. So, I improvised. As brave as MY YOUNGER BROTHER TAKING INJECTION As pure as MUMMY As sour as MEDICINE As sweet as DAIRY MILK As white as WHITE CRAYON As far as NANI's HOME But she didn't scold… Continue reading When I was a Child #2
People may call it naive, or innocence, but when I was a child, I always thought that the world is alongside me: The Moon follows me. The railway tracks play with me. The trees whisper in my ears with their fluttering leaves. The river babbles and tickles my feet. And the weather gets breezy, pleasant… Continue reading When I was a Child
Who am I? Who am I? She sang her heart out. You're a bird, a singing bird. They said and shoo her out. Just a bird? Nothing more? What's my existence about? To sing and fly, not asking why Came a loud shout. Some answer you have to find on your own because how would… Continue reading Who am I?
In a fairyland, on a fairy swing, I want to cry, I want to sing, About the tales of triumph and the ghosts of past, No matter what I feel now; it won't last. Oh lord my lord, give me some swings. I will become a bird with you as my wings. One more try,… Continue reading Swing me to Life
My new raincoat got tested while I was looking for a stream. I was afraid that my paperboat would crumble before its dream. But then I found one nearby our park, pheww! I placed my crumbled boat perfectly and waited for my cue. With a loud thunder from above, I released it from my end.… Continue reading That Day When It Rained
"It's not clear, it's dark!" I said as I was Afraid. I thought we were stuck. "One step at a time" Dad sang his own composed rhyme, And drove the whole night.
The river was babbling beneath her feet, Her lover was murmuring in her ears, Her left hand was intertwining into his right. Her heart was skipping beats, whenever his breath fell on her neck or cheeks. Her employees were getting an "Out of coverage area" message on calling their CEO. But she was never this… Continue reading She was happily out of reach
Clouds were Crimson Red, So was the fluid dripping from her hand. It was a lovely evening until she stumbled on the stand. She balanced herself somehow and licked her creamy right wrist, But her red goggles fell, which were giving her life a zombiesque twist. Such is the imagination of a child.