Write to live, Live to write
Where do your thoughts go When they’ve had enough of you? Where do you put them down When they become too heavy to carry around in your head? Do you place them gently in the pages of your journal, watch them tuck themselves in between the lines, lay their heads on your words, and fall asleep?
Aww, little kitty cat, Thanks for making me realise, That it’s important to stop a bit, And smell the flowers nice. Hoomans are dumb, so very, very dense, They tend to forget the important stuff, But as long as we've got you around, I think that should be reminder enough!
Delhi summers! An instrument of torture. A thing of horrors. It drives you stark, raving mad, robs you of hope and happiness, leaves you a husk of your former self! So, what does one do to hold on to sanity? Well, this one creates a bigger suffering ... with her poetry!
Fireflies and Fairylights 