story

The Story

There’s a Story hidden in the Dark Phase of Twinkling Lights.It’s the story of not losing hope, the story of Courage to Shine again.

Her Story

Everyone else was a bystander while she was living her own story.

The Meeting

They say mirrors don’t lie.All this while was she lying to herself? “when she meets her own reflection”

Dreams Penned

she found it in dreamsher “most loved story” Storyteller’s most loved story.

The Hat

here I’m wearing a hat,the hat of my stories,which I wave,to reveal a story everyday,like a magician,of all illusions.

The Musical Ones

We are hands. We move to the music, We create music, We are musical.

I am going to steal some colours from nature, and make a painting which I’ll treasure forever, as the colours would fade never. I’ll keep it in open, won’t store, won’t maintain, with seasons passing, I’ll add more colours to it with my amateur hands. I know I have her blessings as she smiles while IContinue reading “The Painting”

Every Bird has a story. “So do I”

Straight from the heart

I have seen poverty, more of affluence,I have seen harmony and discord,I have seen faces, I have gone places,I hide, I reveal,I am honest, I deceiveI destroy, I build. A veteran gypsy,I am none but a Penny in your hands.

The Sequence

He quickly put on the jacket while she grabbed her bag. She was nervous and he was annoyed. It was getting late due to the traffic jam. They both reached school five minutes to nine and entered the exam hall. “Roll No.1”, he called and she responded, “Yes Sir.”