Author: Nitika Sawhney

The earthen pot revolvingShe watches its ordinary beautyPainted colourful and added to the stockShe hopes today to sell them all!

It is Century 51Sea creatures have taken-up their turnA-now advanced generationApparently giving us a lesson . The tables are turned nowAquatic species have found a way outThe earth-land now is full of waterSea-creatures have learnt the science of producing more every quarterOn a spree to spread their habitatThey’ve taken away the human-habitat . Whether it’s…

Across the street, there’s a little cafe It serves coffee A unique flavour each day of the week It serves, only coffee That’s what makes it peculiar . Swarms of people stand outside Waiting for today’s flavour to be served Relishing the taste Few make new friends And others share their stories With the cafe…

The music in their house Isn’t it too loud? Maybe they’re suppressing something But what’s the need to? What do I do? Say it to them or let it be? . The music in their house Isn’t it too boring? Maybe they’re enjoying it But it’s troubling me What do I do? Say it to…

There’s so much thunder in the sky But nothing to diminish guise, thy So much has been said So much lost But your intentions, unhindered Actions remain unstoppable . The warmth underground, isn’t enough to subdue your cruelty, you’re tough Few have tried Others supported But your intentions, unhindered Actions remain unstoppable . The nature…

The tea she makes in the morning brews it, to her according Even as it is unmade Habitual, she can feel the taste There’s a little too much boiling To the likes of her, she keeps coiling For others, it’s almost spoiling But it doesn’t matter about them Tea, her craft, its leaves she carefully…

The leaves are completely still now They’re just breathing Looks like they’re tired after a gaily dance to the tune of air How they swayed moments before was a sight you missed Seeing them, only, I felt light and serene I wanted to be one of them So I could also sway to my own…

I was drowning, almost sure to cross the gap between life and death, An angelic soul pulled me I screeched, “I want happiness, can you get it for me?” “I can get it from inside you”, the old voice still reverberates  It had compelled me to pull myself out! . Image credit: Andrew Bui (Unsplash)

The Writer’s Desk awaits a day new when its Writer will come back like fresh stew to cook a story or verse and write words that flow and take shape for the readers’ glow to take them in a world undisturbed reaping their imagination into lucid visuals that they want to meet and greet may…

Cosy little blanket Takes me in its wrap Guards me from THAT OUTSIDE Takes me inside myself Of which I’m not afraid . I wish to stay within the Cosy little blanket That’s shrinks me to my comfort zone I don’t wanna leave . I wish to stay within the Cosy little blanket It’s all…

Demonstrating power and devoid of fear, they disrupt the peace of whomsoever At the cost of beautiful budding lives, are fulfilled many cruel fancies and likes Screeching invariably in pain, their voices stay unheard at the fond of inhumane games The talks of these oppressors are a daily affair; rooted into the system to our…

The Rain Gods have shown their appearance I’ve come to get drenched in a soulful experience The shimmering white clouds are moving in sync Mingling with their mates for the evening, silvery tryst The tree greens are swaying in melodious harmony Their dwellers, tiny sparrows, chirping in playful symphony Bubbly squirrels are jumping branch to…