The Pastures of Jordan There was a distinct feeling of neglect about the old farm house. Cracked white weatherboards with a rusting corrugated iron roof and a well-used veranda that stretched across the front of the old building assaulted the eyes on approach. Two dirty brown ruts molded over time with a strip of bright green grass up the center
» Read moreA story for all the supposed modern girls out there. Disha checked the time on her mobile. 11:30 PM. She rolled over in her bed, scrolling through the New Year’s Eve pictures of her friends on her social media feed. Had her best friend Aditi not cancelled the plan at the last moment, she would have been in the most posh
» Read moreHe said to me “I’m reluctant, I’m not willing to try” “You’re ready” he said. “Ready to die” I wasn’t born to this world merely to perform. We never die my friend, we only transform. leaves cast unto the Wind No familiarity was to be found, in the beams of oak, that onced graced the halls of my
» Read moreWhen the intensity of your inner yearning overrides the encumbrance of fear, you will find the path once paved in wavering torchlight. In the screaming of silence the sound of falling raindrops quicken to a downpour. A crescendo held in thrall, burdening the breach.
» Read moreThe last one I shall actually dedicate to Harvey. As with most Spaniels he would bring me things on request, but his main job, in his eyes, was collecting any letters from the hall and dropping them at my feet, hence the title of this poem.
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