You are Morning..

Your face, it reminds me of the freshness in the air The cherry blossom cheeks of the winter Your eyes find me in the series of dreams I am yet to finish Wanderlust I feel, and the reality that lies in yonder. Your hair flows like the strings of every moment of the day I … Continue reading You are Morning..

The Path

I am not scared of the dark anymore, because I understood it. And I have accepted it. I remember that night when I met the ‘Shadow’. It wasn’t what I had expected when Sarah and I had set our course to Avon after the floods in our village. Avon, as we had heard, was a … Continue reading The Path