Author

Ayushee Roy

Browsing

Hot cup of cocoa caressed by clammy palms You lie warm and content in the embrace of your old blanket Cocooned by alternating layers of fur and nostalgia Soaking in the crimson sunrise A gentle rain trickles down from the sky Flirting with your flimsy window-panes Tapping in…

You speak in a twisted tongue, Reeking of lost patience and effortlessly ‘won’ arguments Your words form themselves, Plump and juicy, ripening with the comfort of knowing you are not outnumbered overlooked unheard I watch, ever the outsider, straining my foolish little eyes to trace the curvature of…