Author: Shweta Malhotra

A night, when the moonlight was sombre and dim, All my desires, my wishes seemed jaundiced and unfulfilled. Glanced a candle lit in a quiet section, Apprising me of something I heard avoiding emotional mayhem. I aflamed myself to give you light, Can’t you make some efforts to come out of your plight. Burn your…

I abandoned myself in Quest of Love, My happiness, My Self, were all squandered and gone.. The Melancholic Heart gave up sporadically, But the perseverant emotions held on firmly. Those incessant fights went on ceaselessly, I kept loosing myself in the spree of his mercy. My feelings were dependent, my hopes astray, How will I…