in

Nutshell

Stealth heart,

rambling and bumbling

the life within life,

Constricting four walls, inward thoughts

And the foray of self-introspection,

Are these the rewards of quarantine hues?

Like a broken wings of Phoenix, caged

and saged,

Devoid of the sublunary world,

Room bereft of stark and colour,

waiting for the gardens of russet,

And rays of hopes to bloom,

Manning the art of living,

stewing the life of tranquillity and peace.

Geeta.S.Upase.

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Dynamo

Written by Great.S.Upase

 

Writing is the echo of one's soul,

Song of unheard calls,

And weaving of dreams.

 

Slumber

Fingers crossed!