The wind ruffled my feathers as I sat on the boughs of my favourite tree. It was the tallest one in the park, overlooking the rolling green land, children playing on swings and families stretched out on the grass, laughing, talking, playing games. I scanned the view below me when suddenly my senses heightened- I … Continue reading An Eagle’s view
By RADHIKA GARG The poem 'Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as … Continue reading An Appreciation Of ‘The Road Not Taken’
The water is Dark; It then turns a deep Red; Then Orange and at last A shimmering, calm Blue, Now matching the flawless sky. A flower blooms; Pearl white petals opening up To steal the Sun's warm kiss At the break of dawn. A bird stuck its neck Out of its little hole. It chirps- … Continue reading At the Break of Dawn
It was a moonless eerie night. The trees were whispering among themselves. The habitants, however, held their breath- they could feel it, smell it- the Devil had come once again. It always arrived with the stink of metal, grease and sweat. If one sticks out their tongue into the cool night air, they can taste … Continue reading The Devil Itself
A patchwork of greens. The smell of lemongrass and raw leaves and rough bark and wet mud wafted as we rode the crude path. Up and down the jeep went, tilting this way and that. A solitary tree jutted out of the green sea. White froth shielded the far horizon, shielding the sky and the … Continue reading Finally free. Finally home.