Book – What The Wind Knows
Author – Amy Harmon
Author: Aishwarya Kannan
Breathe
the caged bird,
couldn’t breathe,
for it gasped and choked,
while trodden beneath,
its air snatched,
by soulless souls.
It all starts here.
Whenever you metamorphosise, stun the world with your excellence.
– Aishwarya kannan
Swaraksha
Impasse
The Chaos Theory
Staring at the crimson glow,
Waiting on the emerald metamorphosis,
Palms palpitated, eyes dilated,
A tense shuffle indicated,
Self-Caged
you are your cage,
your feathers kissed my palm,
screeching for help,
but the key is in your hands.
Chicken Soup for the Quarantined Soul
in a flight of terror,
he rose above the ground,
wearing his red crown,
in his tireless attempt,
to not fall in the pan,
with all his might he ran!
Khayali
Yaadon ke chourahe par,
Aaj mulakat hui unse,
Jinhe dekhkar dhadkane tez hoti hai,
Unke jhalak se ek ajeeb ghabrahat hui phir se.
Naveli
Poorv mein hui utpan,
Janani ka na koi naamo nishan,
Nikal padi woh pankh failaakar,
Apni baahon mein rog aur aahat mein dar lekar.
