Itali Madhusmita

Dear Woman, . I pondered over it for way too long An ode would do or Should I instead pen a song For thy deeds shall no more go unsung . I pondered over it day and night How can all wrongs be set right How can the ugly truths be altered How shall my […]

His Diary: . The other day- I pretended to tie my shoe lace That wasn’t even an inch out of place To steal a quick glance Of her ethereal face Lost in a book, were it dreams she chased? Bless the author of that damned book For penning those lines that did the trick Her […]