On the muted music of the zephyr, the viridescent folks' dance and the fluffs veiled in white, sallow, and orange tinges glide in the mid-air. In this pristine swathe shield by a mysterious guard against intruders, there's no gravity to land from jovial vibrations.

© Spriha Kant

When fear flutters me I close my heart's shutter for preventing its entry inside me.

© SPRIHA KANT

Self-love is a zone prohibiting the entrances of painful solitude state and inferiority complex.

© Spriha Kant

I have always been reluctant for stepping towards the path of expertise because the kid inside my heart laughs out innocuously on my foibles which I prefer over demeaning.

©  SPRIHA KANT

Sometimes one doesn't emit any shade or tone.We actually see the reflection radiated by the prevailing situation upon one's own aura.

© Spriha Kant

A woman remains an ocean of love till her pulchritude is not ****** by a Lothario.

@ SPRIHA KANT

I don't wanna touch my lips anywhere on a man's skin.I am rather interested in occupying a neat space in a man's brain.
    
  @ SPRIHA KANT