Tag: Poem
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Some Things That Don’t Make Sense: A poem
Some things don’t make sense Like the hexagon honeycombs And the alluring scent of old books. Also why I love autumns and hate winters. It doesn’t make sense that the scent Of spring makes me flee And the warm summer ‘oh embrace me please’ What perplexes me is my dull reaction To topping the university…
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Things I Don’t Appreciate in Winter: A poem for those who miss summer
The cold windy walks in the evenings. Strolling in the neighborhood looking for the ice cream cart. The pitter patter of the rain against the blue gray tarmac. These are the things that I don’t appreciate in the winters. Kneading cold butter into the flour to make flaky croissants. Heating food again and again because…
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Crying Under the Stars: A poem for a difficult day
Her tears erupted like a volcano And cascaded down her cheeks. They intermingled with the rain drops And strengthened the storms brewing Underneath. Her heart dancing with the symphony Between her emotions and heaven’s. Slowly a rainbow will rise and will prise Her eyes open, but not today. Not today. Today she will cry to…
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On Books: A poem about the magic of books
They whispered magic in her ears And infused longing in her heart The books offered endless comfort In the long forgotten aisle of lonely hearts -Armaan Photo by Henry Be on Unsplash
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The magic of rain: A poem that talks about the magic of sounds
Magic is the pitter patter of the rain Against my dusty window pane At 4 am While the tiny sparrow chirps In the majestic mango tree Tapping against the blue window sill And the bells gently chime In the anklet my daughter gave Creating an extraordinary symphony of these ordinary sounds At an extraordinary hour…