Fall

Standing at the edge The brink of existence, One foot up; the other at the edge One step forward, or a tilt in any direction Or a strong whip of wind or change of mind And I would tumble and crash Into the chasm; Fall and fall Faster, a weighted stone Burdened by limits and … Continue reading Fall

More than just a typewriter

It has been a long day. No, scratch that. It had been a long week. The hustle bustle of everyday life had escalated to an extent where I could hardly close my eyes for a couple of moments. It's been only a week since I gave birth to twins and it has been the most … Continue reading More than just a typewriter

A Dead Red Flower

As I fingered the soft red petals, I was torn between the impulse of crushing the frail flower in agony and preserving the flower for an eternity. It was a symbol of love- found and lost. This flower that I plucked from beneath the neat folds of her hair was the only thing keeping me … Continue reading A Dead Red Flower

An Appreciation Of ‘The Road Not Taken’

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’

A Burst of Darkness

Light. Dark. Isn't it absurd how people associate light with life and beauty and clarity? To me light seems to be a mirage in a desert of darkness. Light simply does not exist no matter how much we want it to, but we still look for it. We look for it and we then assume … Continue reading A Burst of Darkness

At the Break of Dawn

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