Author Gauri Walecha

Oh heartMake me more of this world Night fallsand when it doesit gives beauty to each pale leafthat sung misery in broad daylightand yet somehowthe misery is only so loud to breathe glimpses of griefinto all things happy When the dawn pierces throughI greet the sunonly to lose myself in…

They ask me to move,to pull my feet from underneath the thin ice and prove that I am alive; Yes, I am alive! This heart still beatsbut it beats for you; These lips still singbut they sing for you; These hands still love the barebut it is your skinthat they…

Water flows through creeks and crevices of withered mountains when it rains over their pride ridden heads. Heads, as they say, are meant to be held high; necks, as we have seen, break under the curse of ego sometimes. In the end, if you don’t step over this grandeur and…