The sky is a poem

The sky is a poem,Painted in vibrant rhyme,It cries in gentle metaphors,That drench me time to time. All its hues are varied moods,In its colors bright and bold,Are underlying similes,And narratives untold. It blushes in crimson allegory,Through sun kissed golden odes,And merges into bleaker nights,And snowy, pallid roads. An embodiment of elegies,It lists to this…

Our very hefty Christmas dinner

Isn’t Christmas just a wonderful time of the year? The air is heavy with the celebration, the joy, the aroma of wonderful dinner. Ah! It’s just a day past Christmas, and I can’t wait for the next one to arrive. From a very recent conversation with a fellow blogger, I got this wonderful line, “Christmas…

The stream

A broken heart,Bleeds tears.But it’s thoseUnder her eyes,That fascinate meThe most.How they crashOnto her skinFrom the oceanOf her eyes.Raindrops,From the stormsWithin her.How they glistenLike a streamIn the fall.Only a stream:Is full of water.Her tears:Full of words.Words:That weave poetry,As they trickle.Down her chin.Into the etchings,Of my palms. © Shanyu Bihani 2020 This is a follow-up poem…

Hold on

When it hurts,And all is lost,When eyes go damp,And dreams are tossed. When all you see,Is bleeding snow,There is this thing,You ought to know. That life is cruel,This world is small,And fate goes laughing,At us all. Only those that,Hold on will stay,For what is meant,Will find its way. So take a step,And fall and stand,For…