They had finally, completely written her off. But she rose from the ashes. She said, "This is what I do best. I am a Phoenix."
Tag: Finding oneself
Not the Same
It's raining, Like it always does, Like it always will. But it's just not the same. The drops are hitting the ground, With a funny flop, With a loud thud. But it doesn't sound the same. The sky is dancing Displaying the light, Displaying the dark. But it doesn't look the same. The wind is [...]
Footsteps in the Sand
On the beach, As we run freely, Or walk with worry, It doesn't really matter. For all we leave are Footsteps in the sand. We may look at the water With relief washing over us, Or fear of the unknown. It doesn't really matter. For all we leave are Footsteps in the sand. We can [...]
Old With New
You ask me to shed away The old me For a new dawn. But how can it be? You want me to transform All anew Like everything around. But is that why I grew? You say it's the fashion To discard To drape the new. But why for me it's hard? For my past is [...]
Today’s Tiny Tale: Hurt
The girl thought hurt was a sword. It would pierce through her enemies. The woman realized it was a two-way sword.
My Birthday Wish
Every year, I wait for others To wish me on my birthday. Every year, I wait eagerly To wish others on their birthday. Every year, We all wait For someone special's wish on our birthday. Every year, We wait To be disappointed by some. Every year, Someone waits To be disappointed by us. This year, [...]
Today’s Tiny Tale: In the Mirror
She searched for her answers everywhere. But she couldn't find them. Till she learnt to see clearly in the mirror.
One Month Before My Birthday
When I was a kid, One month before my birthday, I used to be very excited About the gifts, dress and celebration. When I was a teen, One month before my birthday, I used to be very hopeful About friends, family and dreams. When I was in my early twenties, One month before my birthday, [...]
Today’s Tiny Tale: Regret to Amend
Regrets she had many, which made her heart ache. But that wasn't enough, so she started making amends. She started with going back "home."
The Light Will Guide You
Dark, pitch dark All around, With nothing to be seen, With nothing to go by. Where then, is the light They say would guide you? Dark, pitch dark All inside, With no clue, With no direction. Where then, is the light They say would guide you? Dark, pitch dark Is the colour of the season. [...]
An Author You'll Remember 