Saritha Ayyath Madhusudanan
I was born on a warm Thursday evening on the 2nd of April.. My mom made sure that I didnt step down on the 1st.. Thank God!
Then.. I continued living...
...in my dreams, in my room, listening to the raindrops, enjoying their light kissing, rocking on a swing, sleeping with open books....
Many people came and went in my life.. Some stayed on. Some made marks.. A... more »
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When the sun sets,
When the trails are obscured,
Silence precedes the night..
Is it the grief of the summer?
Is it a music without melody?
The darkening dusk fades afar
Without uttering a word....
The clouds search for the ripples
The withering flowers yearn for the melting teardrops
The hornets chase the flame
The harmony looks out for the changing colours...
Without rhythm, Seeking peace......