Enchanted Boat Orchids
Garlands made for the fairy folk Cover an old trunk like a cloak Jewels adorned on a silver stalk Gives us many a tale to talk Each bloom a brooch, that murmurs sly Of moonlit feasts and wings that fly In shadows where the green moss lie, They nod and greet the passersby.
Beneath the Hydrangea
A flower admired from the front, yet few ever glimpse the enchanted realm she guards beneath her petals. A secret realm of light and shadow, where stems rise like pale trees, and silence hums with forgotten magic.
Wonderful Wildflowers
I was a little girl of ten or twelve when I first saw these purple flowers by the roadside. The bush grew beside a gutter in front of a friend’s home. It was the colour, that vibrant purple, that stained my mind like a smear that couldn’t be washed away. I was mesmerised. Then came […]
The Past Perfect
I often wonder about the possibility—and the practicality—of time travel. Not to the future, but to the past. But then I ask myself: what would I do if I were given the chance to revisit it? For the longest time, I had no answer. It felt as though I had lived a life full of […]
The Story
I wanted a story to call my own, A perfect tale for the world to be shown, Something to make you cry in vain, Then lift you up in mirth again. A story well planned yet fierce and wild, Resilient as a newborn child, A touch of magic, a trace of pain, Moments that wound, […]
Unfinished
Some paintings are best left unfinished. They rest in the prime of their beauty precisely because they are incomplete. To finish them would be to mute the brilliance that lives in the visible strokes, the exposed pencil marks, the raw edges that whisper of becoming. It is almost a crime to complete such paintings for […]
Arrival of the Winter
For them, whose love we feel liven in death Eternal in memory, gentle in every breath. The sunlight seeped through the trees, Making patterns on the bare patches of sand Where I once walked as a carefree child This neighbouring plot was then my fairyland. I knew every tree, every bush, every fern; They even […]
Define a Book
Books are alive. They breathe life into characters, plots, and alternate realities. When you read a book, the book reads you too. It remembers you, even after you’ve forgotten it. Just as you recognize the sweet smell of its pages, its texture, the fonts, the spine, and the cover, the book remembers your eyes, their […]
The letter
To whoever it may concern, Feel small beneath a night sky scattered with a billion stars. Feel shallow before the ocean, where pods of whales drift through endless depths. Feel young beneath the towering hush of an ancient redwood. Feel dim beside the blaze of a roaring fire. Feel lost in the heart of a […]
Feeling Blue
I’m feeling blue, do let me explain, Not with sorrow, nor with pain. But blue like skies so vast and high, A stretch of calm in a cloudless sky. The blue of oceans, shifting wide, Their whispers carried with each tide. The blue of berries, rich and sweet, A delightful treat in the summer heat. […]