It wasn't an unusually chilly day. It was, as he would say, pleasant. The trees stood still. Some bare, some not. It wasnt sunny. But it wasnt gloomy. It was just right. With the mountains in the backdrop, the scene was beautiful. The only noises I heard were from the birds. They seemed excited about … Continue reading The Walk to the Train
We went on a holiday this weekend. A tiny beautiful coastal town that seemed to be in a different century. Pretty houses overlooking the ocean and greenery everywhere. Every now and then a thought kept creeping into my mind. 'Maybe I should live here, by the ocean...' Away from the city, in this place where … Continue reading To the Beach and Back
The mountains line our path. Brown waves shining under the morning sun. From a distance the mountains look like they have been draped in fabric. Silky and smooth, I feel like running my hands on the waves. As we move closer, the dried grass is visible. It no longer looks smooth. I feel disappointed and … Continue reading As I Travel
These days I write freely in my journal. Pages and pages of handwritten notes. Thoughts, feelings, black ink fill my notebook. The notebook lies obscure amidst my all my other books showing no signs of holding so many thoughts. An ordinary notebook and one wouldn't give it a second glance. Yet for me, it is … Continue reading Writer’s block
I glance outside The window As my train halts For a signal. I see a painting Right there On my regular route To school. A perfect painting Trees, hills A setting sun Clouds and the horizon. The complete landscape Right there All that was missing Was a canvas and paint Some paintbrushes. And a person … Continue reading Through a dirty window
Red Yellow Light brown. Orange Leaves Falling down. One Two Collect all. Click Picture Beautiful fall.
Shadows are playing Outside the window Dancing merrily With the wind. A tiny bird Flits around Pauses Only to fly again. A thumping sound From the neighbor above Tells me I am not alone. The Television's on And cares for none Flashing images At me. I stare at it Preoccupied Before I turn To look at the shadows Again. … Continue reading While I brood
One minute the Sun is up Shining in the sky And then it's gone An orange ball Fleeing Into the horizon Plunging the world Into darkness And silence A colourless sky Envelopes us while we stare into it Weaving dreams And hopes Making wishes Till sleep takes over And the Sun is back again.