come in, June

Come in. I am sorry for the lack of energy, would you like some lukewarm tea? Well, we are tired zombies, avoiding (or wait- ing) for the wind of death, we are suffocated not by the unseen killer but the cruel knee on our throat for centuries, (we chose to close our eyes on) well,Continue reading “come in, June”

spring reeks with laughter of birds

April air reeks of unperfumed killer floating with spring, bobbing as daffodils sing, there goes selfish whims ransacking shelves of kindness, in a bid to survive hunger for toilet paper arrived, common sense of supposed “high- er beings” flushed, hummingbirds, sparrows, laugh at us. — 04.21.2020 ©2020 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo viaContinue reading “spring reeks with laughter of birds”

love in the time of coronavirus

Our love in the time of coronavirus is thousands of miles away, my tourist visa got cancelled before it sees the light of another Indian day, his feet are planted, prohibited to fly to Malaysia’s sky, because it is safer that way, in the end, perhaps, nation gates are needed to be locked to keepContinue reading “love in the time of coronavirus”