Kota, Rajasthan, India.
Like when something good happens after a series of bad omens, those drops of rain provide a similar solace to my heart. Nothing goes in vain, though you might realise it later.
~Minza.
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Morning
Kota, Rajasthan, India.
Morning 6:30am. It’s not that cold here so a short morning walk just wakes you up before you give in to the long tiring day ahead. Having hot early morning street food as breakfast is really fulfilling. The roads that you walk through everyday, seem new at this time.
05.28.18
~Minza.
By the sea
South Goa, India.
High time I started working. Endurance is the way, I know, but how do I cross the boulder of laziness?
~Minza.
Free Verse
You expect me to be Your perfect image Of who I should be. And it’s all good, And it’s all cosy, In your head; Because I do admit To playing the part— For a while I did become A perfect portrait for your wall. But now no more I keep up this act. I write …
The Paper Boats
“Across the English Channel!” “Sailing through the Mediterranean!” “A voyage around the world!” “Aye matey, I’m a pirate in search of a great treasure!” The children brought a whole new world to life with just paper and a puddle. They sat in a circle along the perimeter of their great ocean. The pebbles became treasure …
The Race of Reason
Restless, reckless, random, rapid Rundown, rancid, rebellious, reactive Running on the road Racing to redemption Regretting the race This race of reason. Reason? Welcome to the season— Season of pain and pride and treason Back-stabbing stabbing back Throughout the road of black See light at the end But clouds over my head. Head over …
My Desired Prison.
I saw myself in there. Two of me glaring at me. They were buried in the best place they could be. It was your eyes. Your shiny eyes looking at me as if they saw me for the first time. Not moving an inch beyond I was perhaps lost in one of them, and now I can’t find my way out. They are like a prison enjoy, your eyelids work as bars. Where though they are closed, I can see the world come at par. It’s a cage I never want to get out of, a sentence I want forever, because your eyes have been my fantasy, since the beginning of eternity. When tears well up in your eyes, there is a surge in my life, but when it’s me on that side, that’s when they see you crying inside. The moment you close your eyes, to breathe a prayer…
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