RAIN CLOUD

With careful gray strokes,

She painted the wet sky,

Whilst singing for him,

A tear-stained rhapsody.

~Nila

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Micro Tale #1

        ‘A Building Architect’

                     The certificate Read.

 ‘A budding poet’

              Her diary said.

~Nila

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As You Grow Up

Darling,
Someday, you will wake up,
Leaving swings and kite strings;
Learning lies and fake smiles,
With a bunch of questions
Clasping your young hand.

Their raised eyebrows,
Will search for a flaw,
Rather than your glow.
Behind stumbling words
And mumbling walls,
You will see them,
Peeking at the one you plucked,
Among scores you planted.

Soon,they will be seen,
In a million spying eyes
As you grow further,
Losing the child in you.
And that’s how
The wicked world
Welcomes you,
My darling.

~Nila

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Masks of Pretence

We fall in love,

less with people

and more with their well-crafted masks.

Then we wonder

how do they change like seasons

when they only replace masks

once it is worn-out.

~Nila

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CANVAS

You came as a wind,

splashing wild hues

in my blankness.

Then you went,

leaving an art half-done.

~Nila

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Featured post

Black

The depth of black

No longer stack

Her deepest fears or darkest dreams

For she found in it

A tint of her wild spirit

Tamed by none.

~Nila

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