Rain
I followed the rain today like never before, into the…
Author: Nisha Raviprasad
Love, a memory
Am at the withered edges of a journey. At the end…
The Tomb of Fear
as she lies in the dark sepulcher
nothing but dust and bones
kissed by corpulent whining insectsDandelions
I swim into memories of my childhood
and there I was, white puffs like tiny cotton clouds
between my fingers
