Shweta : Writing

A pen in my hand

A pen in my hand

A Poem by Shweta


A pen in my hand, Twitching and twirling Thinking of it's use In my mundane hand "Oh write something", it says Something useful, something p..
The Old frame

The Old frame

A Poem by Shweta


A children's poem..
She

She

A Poem by Shweta


She is the night, the day and everything in between She is in all the shades of the clouds in the sky and also in the hues, in the sa..
Nature's Communication

Nature's Communication

A Story by Shweta


I believe nature has its own way of communicating! I had gone for trekking few months ago and it could so evidently be seen. Actually it was more abou..
A dig on ourselves. Socially!

A dig on ourselves. Socially!

A Story by Shweta


Random scribble
Soar High

Soar High

A Poem by Shweta


A children's poem, written long back. Only an experiment
Heart, Calm down!

Heart, Calm down!

A Poem by Shweta


Brainstorms, are there Heartstorms? Heart calm down! When words left unsaid and conveyed in complexities Head doesn't turn or silent words unhe..
Untouched

Untouched

A Poem by Shweta


I leave it untouched; The forbearance with which lived, cunning personalities later realised I leave it there untouched, without attended. Smart..
The possibility of living

The possibility of living

A Poem by Shweta


Wretched, I looked within... Too miserable, diminished I felt O Mother Father !! I feel ashamed of myself U carry the burden of my resentment I ..
Flamboyant

Flamboyant

A Poem by Shweta


As you cross your age and hit your rounder self, be not scared you girl! The warm shock will allow you to be the woman you always dreamt to be. B..