She ain’t just a girl, She’ the girl. She’s a flame. Enigma. She’s like fire, Floating on Tender ornate wings Of a butterfly; Fluttering past you In the summer. She’s broken a many hearts And had her heart broken too, One too many times. You want her, Like they all do.. But you can’t have… Read More


I want to write, a little story someday, About a devoted little boy; Who left home, In search of God. Only to find, When he finally arrives, that; God, wasn’t home. God, had gone out; Searching for the kid, Who was so devoted that God, wanted not to trouble him. © Jay Kaushal