if ideas had colours — Dreaming up a bouquet of light, and colours erupting a volcano of flowers: some bright, and outrageously happy some wanton and wandering, like a desire some sombre, and wistful, tired, and brooding, some demure, and timorous dark and bleeding, some revoltingly, rebellious, courageous, and some tempestuous, threateningly defiant! Yes, colours…

Read & reciprocate! — Yes, after gaining, 100+ followers, I have a message for those following someone. Read, check out what they write, clap or respond, give advice and comment! That is what following means, at least you need to know, who or what you are following, as you are, after all, putting your name right there, on their profile. Confession time I did what some of us are doing on medium to gain followers, yes, those of us who are not lucky enough to gain followers straight away, due to their articles going viral, winning them accolades in terms of tonnes of responses, and jungles of claps, and maybe…

A child born in war asks* Her questions are soft and sharp, wistful, that her mother cannot answer. Her eyes shining with unshed tears that break my heart, she asks me, How does it feel like? Is it like the velvety soothing cool touch of your palm? Holding that small hand in my hand, I want to give an answer, but hesitate, …

Some Tankas — Who Am I If Not Me! — I’m trying to be a better self of myself because we all should so to be a better me what should be improved which part of me should be kept or should completely removed let me ask others oh you’re too sensitive don’t be so touchy too attached learn to detach not too possessive and…

Fiction — One night when I looked out, I couldn’t see any 🌟 s in the sky, nor could I see the 🌙. And while wondering where the stars had disappeared, I saw the 🌚 in my backyard, sitting on our outdoor table. Being a moon lover, moon gazer or a romantic…

or whatever it was!— a poem. — In misty surroundings, walking alone, we had met, Or our eyes had! The sunn sunn of the wind had said something, whispering a name in my ear, and I had smiled, whispering back my answer, “yes, yes, I am”! And the clouds, laden with baarish had enveloped me in an embrace, and…

If I do… — Childhood, the time And the place to be Childhood is a time to smile, to laugh, and be happy! A time for stories to listen to And a place for dreams to see! A place to plan, and a time to achieve! Yes, if childhood is a time for future …

Give me some idea! I request my many admireres! Who don’t know me! Please don’t clap on my comments! If you want to know me, please read what I actually write! I was made aware of this phenomenon recently, though, I had come across people clapping on my comments on others’ articles earlier! I’m always happy if I find a reader of course. But my comments on someone else’s post! When you…

Fiction — “What? How can you even ask?” I almost shouted at my sister. The party joker!! What an outrageous suggestion!! She wanted me to dress up as a joker to amuse her son and his little friends, as the friend who had offered to do it, had called in sick. I’m…