EASTERN LIGHTS The arrival of April Is anything But run of the mill. I knew this, But something went amiss. The promise of Spring, The promise of revival Turned out to be just… Continue reading
Buried under the consecutive layers of Time, Pain, raw and dark, Gets metamorphosed Into the glittering diamonds of memory!
The spring brings forth Flowers, unfolding the petals; It also settles the old scores By betraying moisture in my eyes; You call it allergy!