Be Brave
I deserve the sadness, don’t I? Because I can’t pick myself up I can’t just go and do it Like a scared, little pup My dreams are not big I just want to ride...
Summer 2020 Writing Contest Finalist
Quickly, I Move
Quickly I move, Down the valley I go. And then...I lose control, And down the valley I roll. My bicycle follows suit, Its parts dismantle one by one. Blood oozes out of my knees, Excruciating pain...
Road Trip
My front wheel hits the gravel. Wham! I skid into a drowning ditch, splashing goopy crud onto Mario. Cornfields align with my left and right. Both knees are...
Himalayan Achievement
In the heart of rural Rampur, young Muslim women from highly conservative backgrounds zip along the roads on their bicycles. Some seem to have abandoned the veil for...
Cycling Tour
My love for exploring overseas, throughout the years, never ceased. New places to see, new lanes to explore, this is my bliss, and nothing more. So, one fine day, a sunny one, my...
The First Time I Saw You
Lilac tinged, the first time I saw you Gleaming in the sun as the grass felt dewy against my feet Sturdy and glorious in its whole The endless feeling of floating...
She Moves Slowly
She moves slowly around the hallway. The stairs go down, down, down, and her feet hit the floor softly. The air in the house is bone-chilling and dry....
The Hills From Which I Look Down
hills forming in the horizon leaving cityscapes hidden behind unkept grass and cows sheltering from the burning sun these hills are not for weary legs the hills are forming in your...