It was a warm day. The sun was interacting with the soil on the beach. The waves were trying and destroying their conversation by interfering every now and then. A girl was sitting on one side and was observing the water rushing towards her dry feet. As the water touched her feet, she felt relieved. […]
A lovely bucolic setting. Farmers are sitting under a giant round figure which is pitching brightness from all sides of the blue texture above. Back then, the sun was not named. There were different names given to it according to the purpose it served. Like people used to call it the ball of
Feeling particularly happy or sad The respective hormones released I just looked at the peaceful water And heard the uproarious winds I might have seen a brilliant idea in my head Or thought of strange and mysterious places But I perceived something different The hormones flowed a little later After I got
The world engulfed in a drop of water Travels down through the skin and the lips Leaving the warmth and regrets of moments I had to be a somnambulist I don\’t like to just sleep I walk in real to realize my dreams when I sleep The world and its nefarious activities Ensured my
It shines above the greenish meadows And the heaps of dust and garbage It spreads its hotness in summer Not differentiating good and bad, fair and ugly It is not tardy it comes on time every day Actually, it never comes We go down and see it rise When we go down we
