The truth is dark under my eyelids. What anyone can do about it? The birds are silent; so as my lips; and there's no one to ask and no one to talk about it. All day long I squint at the gray sky from my room's window. Waiting desperately for the winds' blows to fly me back to my home New Winter in the new country shedding like the last heroic soldier Of a defeated army, I'm staying in my own darkest heartroom. Taste less boneless tongue to the first winter Till the birds to drop some spice from my home Before the liquid moon moves gently to the next season And water turns to stone Let my dark eyelids see the colors of my home - Jairam K
The world is turning sad and sadder day by day. People are swamped in the materialistic world. My attempt and effort are to bring some happiness and spread happiness with the help of my posts in the form of blogs… Hopefully, I will be successful in doing so… Your feedback, comments, requests are hearty welcomed!