Author: Sushma Jegan

The Kiss

I’ve been counting these days, Like the atoms of carbon and oxygen Falling from the stellar, Producing indistinct noise Under some old stone windmill While we kissed in the Couch at the corner of the cafe. Sushma Jegan

You and Yourself

Nobody is ever going to be with you. Except yourself. People may give you their words make fake promises act like they care or they love But in the end, Boom! There comes a wolf dressed like a sheep. Who do you care about among…