Flying high on hired wings
The sky appears hollow
The stomach bottomless
Butterflies bleed to turn white
Space too far
Laughter born out of guilt
Words shallow
Smiles smug
That shrewd sparkle in those eyes
Steals nights and dreams
In broad daylight…

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Pritpal Kaur
Pritpal Kaur
A television journalist turned writer I have been writing short stories and poetry for almost twenty five years. Masters in Physics and Education, turned to Television journalism and gradually shifted to full time writing. Taught physics for a year at University of agriculture. Meanwhile worked for All India Radio as announcer. Reported for “Parakh” and later worked with NDTV. Got into professional writing somewhere along the line. Have also produced documentaries for television and radio.