These yellow forts and palaces Home to centuries of memories
What do the waves say?
Like boats moving towards the horizon And ripples that chase after one another
From the start of this year we started using veils on our faces to protect ourselves from the deadly coronavirus.
Lie with me, here,
There is comfort in familiarity but boredom in the too-familiar. I am not the adventurous type; does that mean that I’m missing out on the nicer things in life? Probably, but that’s okay.
As life became easier with the help of modern technology, many things have been lost from our lives. One such lost item is the letter box. To be fair, the letter boxes are still there. We just stopped writing to each other.
Day and night, while walking down the roads in this city of surprises, I come across many things that catch my eye. Things that are in plain sight, yet they remain hidden from our view. They are nothing special, you see. Ordinary findings, like you and me.
Write my eulogy, for Words have failed me, my precious What story do I tell you? When I’m left speechless.