Before the Fall Folds —Maria

your smile turns summer into a feeling and my world tilts towards you, babe i am a teen once again— blushing pink ‘neath love’s golden rays and i know seasons are passing and only fools rush in but before the fall folds. . . allow me to relish your summer smile walk with me alongContinue reading “Before the Fall Folds —Maria”

Tangled —Freak Sneha

And at times these thoughts Are caught up and held. At times these are bizzardly arduous. Why cant it be simple and sober? Why it has to be knotted all over? As much as I try, to let it go. As much as I want, the feelings to flow. They keep knocking My brains outContinue reading “Tangled —Freak Sneha”

Unseen —David Green

If only I could Tell her how much I love her – want To be with her But all I can Do is dance with her in a dream on The clouds For she is just a Wisp of my over active imagination The ghost who Haunts my past My one and only companion unseenContinue reading “Unseen —David Green”

Dreamers Ordeal -Wildheart

There’s so many things to do and so little time…  Dreams to be achieved Records to be set  Adventures to be seeked Parents to be made proud Dream house to be bought  Gym to be hit Healthier life to be lead Fine literature to be read  Books to be written Movies to be watched  FriendsContinue reading “Dreamers Ordeal -Wildheart”

White Thoughts —Shreya Vikram

i. The most powerful is powerless; we know the force of water only as it crashes onto a surface. To be alone is always nothing. Nothing trickles upwards. There is only one way to reach the top- you must give away, of your own will, as much of yourself as possible. ii. Each one ofContinue reading “White Thoughts —Shreya Vikram”

Rainbow —Forgotten Meadows

That day… The world forgot to be kind, and you forgot to be patient, and in between figuring out who you were, and where you came from, and why you were here, the clouds of life, poured on you, and your heart cried with the rain… but, when it was over, and though the worldContinue reading “Rainbow —Forgotten Meadows”

Small Talk —Writer in Retrospect

You tell me I’m no fun, But I think I’ve overdosed on it: Years spent laughing, joking; Often feeling none of it. You tell me I should talk some more, But what have I to say? Nothing you would like to hear, So I think it best I stay away. You tell me there’s aContinue reading “Small Talk —Writer in Retrospect”