Wounded Butterfly
far away from the madding crowd amidst the scarlet blooms, she lay cocooned in her shell her beauty still evident on her scarred membrane, beneath the superficial layers she has suppressed the fireball the throbbing berry, cracked yet pulsing making umpteenth attempts to protect it from being plundered stabbed and ravaged, —- it was almost […]
Why I love the Rains ?
I miss those Rainy Days When we walked together Under the grey clouds As the raindrops, Thunderstorms, And the wind made music. Our souls danced In love under the umbrella in bliss. Those days to now Life is got busy. And the music Has changed. Our souls now don’t dance But sit together and enjoy […]