A Solivagant's Shoes

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  • Never an Admirer of a Pot

    Never an Admirer of a Pot

    Never an admirer of a pot,Pots on the street or pot on the gallery,Never bothered by its presence either.Pots are of types…The outcome of the clay and the potter.Either sits as a show-off,Speaks with a deformed voice,Or ends up storage of the needs of human kind. I came across one such pot,Never an admirer of […]

  • Reclaiming My Garden

    Reclaiming My Garden

    I removed the rose beds,Cleared away the weeds,I never wanted them to begin with.There was no one to help,It was just me,With bare hands.I dipped my fingers into the hardened soil,Plucking them one by one.The thorns cut my skin,Blood droplets painting the soil red.I put them in a box,Asked the mailman to send it to […]

  • The Passing Breeze and Silent Mountain

    The Passing Breeze and Silent Mountain

    There was a time when winter settled in,A mountain stood, untouched by warmth or spring,Content beneath the sky’s indifferent gaze,No need for change, no promise of new days. But then a breeze, soft as a distant hum,Wandered through the valleys, gentle, numb,A fleeting warmth, felt like a whisper through the frost,Not much, but enough to […]