Author: Nitika Sawhney

The wind has been too kind Like the intervention, of Divine It swiftly, flew past me And gave me a moment of ecstacy A stranger just passed by An unexpected smile, we cast thy . Moments later It swayed faster, with a thudding sound Made many men, homebound Topsy turvy, it turned the trees Snatched…

The Yak In all its glory In its heavy, massive body Walked through the green paddy fields Step-by-step, climbing the hill It stood mid-way, and glanced around As if longing for its own ground ….. Aiming the altitude far It soared higher To find its boy Who wasn’t anywhere to be found Since days now…

That countryside where there’s serenity where they pluck organic cook authentic Their big red cheeks The winter still unable to defeat them Besides the little fireplace Where they’ve added Warmth to the whole clan Where they sit together and have mid-day meals . That countryside Where they wake up early Go farming and Grow enough…

There’s a day when the Starfish swims its way But I find myself terribly frail All day long, entangled in a messy trail The Starfish, yet continues to make its way ….. The food I eat, too feels stale The things I do, go for a stake My worth in own eyes, begins to deteriorate…