…. he felt the lady, her curly hair drenched from the light showers. Humid soft palm of her hand, contrasting against her breath. Moist with curious emotions. Was it the vapour emanating from the rigid hot asphalt, or simply mirror to delicate surfaced compassion. She has always been bold, free flowing feminity. From somewhere beyond
I would contemplate you from afar, we have been leading our own perspectives. How I yearned for you to have a glimpse of what I think. A stranger you have been, life is short to lose good fortune. Good fortune of pure feelings, how I wished it was you. My might spoke my heart, yes
“Right one” It’s no shimmering moonlight, it’s no walk down the shoreline with turquoise sea. The right one, barely defined, inclined to a heart that felt its blows. The moon fades for it to revive. As humans we fade inadvertently to fall apart. The “Right one” is it symbolical to the conjunction of the sun
Through the chaos that rushes in your mind, the wounds of the past are too deep to accept me. Even the deepest of emotions run shallow when will fades out. Your hands-on the balcony, it’s humid… is it a mirror to the scratches from your heart? The moon may shine bright tonight, so bright we
Spur your routine, what had been your most cherished moment of the day? Who would you be eager to share it with? One moment, the instance. Feel the warmth. Your eyes may speak to the world, allow it communicate to you. One heart beat, its another rush. Breathe what you feel, breathe with your mind.
It has been a year. A year where many inevitable and unmatched events happened. A year where we lost to our dreams, Hope and goals. Most awaited events turned out to be nightmares. As we grew, understanding how different it is set to be. The flame of good hope lighting up. It became a must
Before the midnight thunder resounds, I would just allow myself to flow in the stream of mixed emotions. As the winds swayed through the damp forest, I seek your scent into mesmerising me. Either as soothing as dark wood or as captive as the sea breeze from horizons. Not a pot of gold, nor a
Christmas star is symbolical to the most dazzling northern star. Standing out, leading the emotions we cherish. As I grew, my faith in Christmas meant the day of the year where new born joy and hope rekindled. To be loved, feel the wave of affection as we marched through the storm, I held you in
25.11.2020 International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women Violence against women and girls takes many forms, including rape, domestic violence, harassment at work, abuse in school, female genital mutilation and sexual violence in armed conflicts.These forms of violence are widespread throughout the globe, and perpetrators often go unpunished.International Day for the Elimination of
To be loved for real. Feel the unseen affection each and every day. The heart links our brain with emotional enigma. Are we understood? Endless days, multiple restrictions yet emotions stood out. We feel, we interact yet that one person makes the whole difference. A man shall be remembered for the efforts he put it,
Soovan Sharma Dookhoo 