Mockery

They thrive on it. It feeds their worth. It riles them up. They bleed; no mirth. Shape, colour, Accent, birth. In matters of laughter There’s no dearth. Once, a joke, Thence, a poke. Amidst the folk, In shame, you soak. But shades emerge From a plain verge. So make your own, Slights that are thrown.Continue reading “Mockery”

The Beckon of A Life

A whisper of life. Afraid to live, afraid to fly Cocooned in the Warmth of my palms. Looks up with wishful eyes. “Could I live here?”, the little thing Asks of me. “Right here in the folds,¬†between The clouds and the grass.” It’s tiny aspirations, catching me Off-guard. Before I could say, bits of ItsContinue reading “The Beckon of A Life”