A Touch

A touch – it has a language of its own. One touch conveys friendship with a handshake, The other anger with a slap on the face. A touch coveys trust With a tiny clasp around your finger, And yet another, comfort When grief weighs down your shoulders. And one touch is all it takes To…

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Sandcastle

Wait for me In the morning dew, Wait for me Under the noon sun. Wait when I’ve sung The last song of eventide, Wait when the rain Bids us hide. Wait when winter Like mourning sighs, Wait when spring teeters Into summer bright. Wait for me, lover, Wait for me to fall again; Wait for…

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Two Stories Published on Story Mirror

Dear Readers, Hope you have been doing well. I know I’ve been out of touch lately and haven’t responded to your comments on my blog. That’s because where I am now the connectivity is sketchy and I’m without the internet for hours on end. I promise to get back to you as soon as I…

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Only real thing: A Reblog

Reblogging this for how moving and true it is. Some of us have everything and still we crib, while some of us have nothing, yet still offer something to others. That day would’ve turned out glum. While walking to my work from home, my mind was clouded with unpleasant thoughts and I was mentally cursing…

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