aren’t we all.just paper cranes.our paper wings.our paper veins.our paper necks.our paper skies.folding petty.paper lies. no. not flesh and bone.not smiles and screams.aren’t we all.just paper dreams? It took me the last 51 days to fold my first 1000 paper cranes. According to Japanese tradition, folding 1,000 paper cranes gives a person a chance to…
Tag: Fire
National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: The Final Segment
“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.” I might have never believed that I would do it when I started writing a poem a day. However, I am here, with my last segment, wrapping…
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…
Written in eternity
Stab me and prod me,And clip both my wings,Hurt me and mute me,And burn all my things. Stab me and prod me,But just know my name,‘Coz when I will rise back,I’ll be doing the same. ~ Hurt me and mute me,But watch as I grow,From ashes to fire,A fire on snow. ~ Come now and…
Sui Generis 