SMELLING THE DEAD

A sunny bright morning, The wind is hot, Delicate flowers chiefly tuck themselves, Inside the leafy green umbrellas, And those who do not have this luxury, Are burnt already; Stealing a glance, I pass ahead feeling pity for the ones, Who are still up for a fight, With their tiny mildly-venomous thorns, Eager to slit…

When you wake up!

I wish… You find the beautiful flowers in front of your eyes… And the butterflies around your head… Your favorite song playing in background… And every word in your mouth, you always wanted to say… Mild fragrance and cozy sunlight to begin with… And sweetness of your own lips brings a big smile on your…