A winter love.


That year as the winters approached,
It became cold like it always did.
Sweaters were out, mufflers galore,
Winds loud and chilled.

The fog made it white and bland,
Even if beautiful because of the blur.
The stars all fought for attention,
For the fog hid them from the pretty sighing girl.

There but seemed to be a warmth around,
It was different, new and nice.
A glow in the eyes, a red blush on the cheeks,
They seemed to be competing, those age old rivals- THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE AND WINTERS OF THE WISE!

– Stuti

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White pages..


One day she felt the need,
To write on white pages.
About her life, her stories, her nothings,
Her delights, her all, her musings.

She did not wish to exaggerate,
Nor did she under tone it.
She wanted it to be a happy book,
No parallels, the work was going to be her spirit.

And yet when she began to scribble,
Only mysteries flowed endlessly.
She did not know where to stop,
Surprised she knew so little of some of her own stories!

It started happy, then going slow,
It translated into a story of sorrow.
She went on and on, and wrote some more,
Hoping it’d transpire into something with more highs, less lows.

The purpose of her book,
Was not to inspire anybody.
She only wished to reduce to ink,
Her life, her medley, her parody.

She decided not to read it again,
Because too much pain it had given her in the first place.
Once she had lived it, second she wrote it,
And now reading it will only ruin the compromise her life had made her MAKE.

-Stuti

The lady in red.


The road so dense,
The traffic harsh.
A rain so strong,
The wind hit hard.

Snow pure white,
Laced like cotton.
Wine so nice,
Waiting, not forgotten.

A room with a fire crackling loud,
Setting the temperature at peace.
A brown little cat in the corner,
Warm and nice and meek.

A baby cuddled in a blanket yellow,
Slowly falling to sleep.
Everything dull yet nice,
Tuning in like a melody.

She picked her coat and looked around,
Put out the light and left.
She set the tone right with the colour that winter night,
The young bright lady in RED.

-Stuti