Me
She hugs her dreams while sipping Earl Grey
Or sitting in the lounge just before One News
She snuggles them when she adds spices
In the L-shaped kitchen or at the spice isle
She has two tools to direct her mind
One is a Cannon that clicks on the top,
Another runs in ink blue or black
On the lined paper, on the desk top
She knows when the thunder is going to strike
Before the geese or Metservices
She has her Poncho ready to be lent
For she does not mind getting very soaked
She is a paper plane from Himalayas
Had a few emergency landings
She knows the danger - the Everest
And moved away with new born wings
And collecting smiles in silver ferns
Darshi Says
"I remember the first day I wrote a poem for the first time and was able to win a prize. I really do not know why I did that or how I did that. I was just 10 you see. Don't you think you do things impulsively or without any purpose sometimes that end up giving you fantastic results? My life is designed to let myself go along the way I cannot see the end"
"I remember the first day I wrote a poem for the first time and was able to win a prize. I really do not know why I did that or how I did that. I was just 10 you see. Don't you think you do things impulsively or without any purpose sometimes that end up giving you fantastic results? My life is designed to let myself go along the way I cannot see the end"