Eulogy To A Memory

Eulogy To A Memory

Like that of ferocious tiger chasing its prey The inner me was chasing the future’s shimmery rays. Striving to escape the present, I kept on up beating for the days on the door. Lamenting on the days in hand, I went wrong in smelling their fragrance. The warmth of mother’s lap, the cosiness of abode…

WHAT IS A HOME ?

WHAT IS A HOME ?

“I lived there for more than a decade but couldn’t call it my home”, said the terrible soul of a young girl sitting alone on a weathered bench. Loneliness seemed to shadow the bench, dawn painted the sky in soft hues, and silence held the street in its quiet embrace. Yet, for this girl, that…