Telltale Reality

Walls groan and Staircases sigh. The ceiling rat-a-tats With fictional marbles. Doors whine, Reminiscent of the old. Curtains quarrel So as to invite stories. A dilapidated house. It clings to its inhabitants. It lives long after they are gone. It sleeps blanketed by their memories. And wakes again, ready for more.   – Meera

Far From Home

In the land of the deserts and camels, Of turbans and veils, It rarely rains. The seldom ceasing summer is as bright and vibrant as ever. Smiling down on us, the sun, with its golden rays caresses all in its path with a soft Midas touch. Bringing about a glimmer and a glitter on plants,Continue reading “Far From Home”