I would rather

I would rather be a clown clad in a tattered gown Than be a neat clone of every pretty one I would rather cry and cry and let the whole being sigh Than pretend to forget  that we never really met I would rather so much miss that never happening kiss Than bare my body…

Touched by blood

She knew at once. She had touched the corner of his cloak in a swift movement. He had turned around, astonished. A cool audacious breeze blew sand and brushed her curly tresses. Most people shielded their eyes. She caught the dance of the palm leaves above her. Yet her world had seized in that moment….

The faith of a village that moves mountains!

ON a dark lonely but surprisingly smooth road, we drove away to a tiny little hut atop a hill. It’s funny how we city-ites would invariably find a flaw in a beauty if it would in some way affect our little adventures. I quickly checked myself for thinking if only the moon – that thrills…