The world is in turmoil. Butterflies don’t fly any more,Honeybees show reluctance towards mother nectar,Sky is falling apart,Earth is brutalized.Towns are bombed,Villages sit mundane,Kids are beaten,Religion is blamed.The conscience is in question,Mirror is broken by lies,Humanity is withdrawn,Power is abused. -Shreya Sharma Featured image source: Pixabay
Tag: peace
Plants- Calm Down Magazine
Originally published in Calm Down Magazine The plants reflect the green colored vigor roots evenly stretched like the diffusion of mint fragrance across the lawn. We frequently converse about the sky that proudly stands up across the horizon and the earth that holds all of us, and we talk surprisingly about the universe, that holds… Continue reading Plants- Calm Down Magazine
Backyard
there is a bird in my backyardgreen glitter eyesAnd blue white tender feathersI wake up to her sweet. mild. twittersmaking me to gasp from a distancefrom the nooks of mahogany windowsthe shine of dazzling sun fallingyellow at a timeorange at anotherit’s a calm sightthat complements my serene expressionat the momentwhich you get to seeone in… Continue reading Backyard
Quietness
You see my vintage phone sitting on the desk, dust settling it doesn’t ring anymore, still as 12 am. clock strikes silence over head. And the curtains on the walls immovable, the threads are lifeless now yet reflects the shadows of bygones. The quietude takes me to an abandoned land of dead flowers, rotten. You… Continue reading Quietness
Home
my homean abode of peace, ataraxia atopthere gleams a hope in the times of despairand the celebration unfurls in the times of happinessit has been a safe havenall my twenties, I wonderthe walls still reflect ocean secrets anewthe corners continue to weave relationshipsthe windows, such lovely voids I can always count onthe silk curtain adorns… Continue reading Home
Night
Dwelling in the dead silence of night, my mind hovered to the endless vastness of sky; calm and still. Stars- white and milky bright, twinkling with the ardor seem to be whispering secrets with each other. Right above there, I see a coruscant galaxy forming different shapes, conical and elliptical. Fragile petals, flowers blossoming all… Continue reading Night