hanging roots…

doormat

the doormat
giving much needed comfort
to weary soles(souls)

the chase…

thrill is in the chase

when life stalls your choices

sadness abounds

holi

people change

the love lasts forever

holi colours colours

Summer love

respect

respect

so essential

but a rarity

December night

cold December night

it’s just the dreams of you

keeping me warm

typewriter

typewriter

her frail fingers

type a memoir

first trimester

first trimester

she waits excitedly for

the baby to kick

burning hearts

it’s the smoke

from many a burning heart

blurring the azure sky