poetry

Which shade am I?

Which shade am I?Is it the rusted iron which you had cast aside, an unfit for wall and a burden to confide?Or the shade of the dampened earth whereraindrops softly breathed last night?Am I in the shade of boundless azure.. clear and bright?or the storm-tossed grey sight, a harbinger of dark night?Maybe I am a… Continue reading Which shade am I?

poetry

Breeze Of Spring

As the soft breeze caresses her raven locks in the city of grandeur, Malta. Darkening the intensity of her eyes,With bated sighs she waits for the winters to pass and the breeze of spring to flow towards her directionunveiling itself to the nature's tapestry hung in a room covered in vibrant huesWith the lift in… Continue reading Breeze Of Spring