She was that Poem Penned by the Writer I loved to Read That turned me, a Reciter. She was that Painting Painted by the Artist That kept me Smiling Even at the darkest. She was that Carving Carved by the Sculptor That brought me the feeling Of, World is a Cluster. I was Cheery For … Continue reading A SEARCH FOR HER


Her anxieties and worries On her Beloved Of leaving her, on flurries Were all Unfounded. ~Abhy~ P.S – This post is from a series of word challenge written challenging  another friend blogger UmaDevu