calm endorheic lake
old stoic oars rowing slow
fret at hyacinth
yet the sea fails to lure them
...
She peeps out of frosty window pane
half awake in the dawn
stunned to see her dream from last night
pasturing in the lawn, a unicorn!
...
Sometimes I hate this wishy-washy
girl I share my room with.
Did I ever know her besides blithe aplomb
Oh! why can't she just mould her
...
It's hilarious how these days we spend
our rare girls' night out and blend
maudlin tears, smiles and laughters
unalloyed empathy, sisterly snuggles
...
My cousin fools everyone
as he leaves us here alone.
When I see everyone writing
on his wall on April one
...