Rema Pisharody, Author at The WFY

Freedom Of Innocence

To walk a mile in unknown mystic woods aloneTo long for a star filled night sky of the cosmosTo seek

There no enforced silencein Guru ShikharFrom the foothills heard the songOf the shepherdsEven in war zonesNature has a way to

When rain is of the last alphabet of JuneNothing remains in surface.Words nor silence..When someone empties a basket fullof dark

I capture the last gleam of my eastern prayer roomGolden it’s glimmer to guide me when shadows break the fencesValley

First rain of April is of hopeAhead of a reddened sweltering SunAnd the parched up leavesof olive and peace..Puzzles unresolved

Dear meI think it is important to write a letter to meIn fragrance of loveTo cherish the goodness in me,I

Mist falling ahead of the fire that of autumnMeasured in celsius, minus now in one pole of the heartFlowers, dreams,

The last sentinel is the light that glows from withinThe only truth is the one that conscience knowsNot necessary an

The storm that hit across the shore was vileNo word of truth or distance silenced its roarArmed from their hideouts

Fewer by fewer thoughts leaving the once heavy lifeComing out of a circled loop breaking a flower shaped seasonSaving a