I write because I read. I read because I write.
Your smile means reverie, I'm lost. You’re not even afraid of my ghost. You’re the summer melting my frost. I’ll choose you no matter what’s the cost. — 03.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018. M is for Musette. The Musette is an… Continue reading melting frost (a musette)
Himalayan mountains whisper their almost zero degree breeze, the choral of crickets sings their nightly lullaby, the rare blue blood moon leaks its silent yet shining beams, under layers of thick fabric, behind the speechless, wooden door, we set the frozen world on fire. — 03.13.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response… Continue reading f r o z e n f i r e
His touch holds the warmth of a dawning summer sun, a dozed heart wakes up. — 02.15.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash
let me introduce you, my dear friends, to the amazing man i knew from Instagram. the epic photographer (go check his Instagram), a talented music producer and songwriter (go check his website), a budding amazing writer (yep. i am a fan and he is now on WordPress!), and my far away bestfriend, Shubhodeep Roy. 🙂 below is the… Continue reading Flower and the Bee (Part 1)
the sweet tweets of the birds, the crisp cracks of dried twigs, the whispered whistles of the wind, the sounds of the forest orchestra. oh, surreal and soothing flora and fauna. yet they can't calm me like how your heartbeats' thump, thump, thump can. --- 05.23.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash… Continue reading Forest Orchestra
the rushing wind kisses my cheeks as i keep the bus' window open. we are zigzagging and zooming because 6 in the morning is synonymous to a free-flowing highway. no traffic. no accidents (yet). as my eyes stare at the birthing of yet another sun, my ears is swimming on a familiar tune. a tune… Continue reading Bus and Break
the gentle whispers of the trees' breeze. the tender murmur of river's flow. the playful tweets of the little birds. these sweet sensual delights are the reasons why we used to visit this river. the river we called ours. today i clutch unto you, unto your vessel. your vessel made of cold porcelain, a stark contrast… Continue reading Our River
like the sky swallowing the sun, i remembered how i choked when you said we're done. like the rain's fading fog, i wait as time erase the drizzled remains of your once warm love. today i relish each throb, tomorrow i will move forward. — 04.11.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash… Continue reading Drizzled Remains
with the God-painted twilight, i smiled as i wait for you, my light. i still don't have your name, i still don't have your face, but our story will not be a game neither a fading phase. the love we'll share will be true, someday we'll be one not two, darling, i am waiting for… Continue reading Waiting
dust and meteoroid collide atmosphere sparks in light scarlet red, to bright yellow then to a quick white, a meteor fall. in-awe brown eyes stare high then faces turn, exchanged tensed sigh cheeks blush in pink closer and closer in less a minute, black night burns to hot red. — 03.17.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights… Continue reading Cosmos
