Literary Work

‘You’re over-reacting’..’No one is going to take you seriously anymore’..’Can you please just chill?’. I am sure many of us have heard...

I come from a country Where the wind will gently whistle across your face. A yellow sun That warms your skin to a bronze tan As...

It is day 16 since the start of the Movement Control Order (MCO). We are in a very unprecedented time and if...

You’re ruffling through an old album, dusty and disintegrating at the slightest touch. Something in you tells you to flip through and...

It’s, again, another sunrise and another day. It’s, again, another repeated thought that is hauntingly and repeatedly wasting my day. It’s, again, another question...

Midnight burns, glowing gold Outside a warm breeze bellows Hot touch leaving marks on glass Chasing away stray thoughts past     Tip dripping, spots blossoming Inkwell halved and...

I often wonder about how my life would be  If we hadn’t met. If I didn’t notice your scent lingering  long after you had left...

Day after day, after a long tiring day, all we do is surrender our bodies to our soft springy beds. Our eyes...

(1st Place) My mother was a beautiful woman in her day. Even today at the age of 60 you could see the remnants...