I am a work in progress. My sentences don’t form in my head, just yet. Instead, they form in mid-air while I’m trying too Hard …
Paper Planes by Noor Dhingra
Let the houses turn smaller and Smaller, as you sit back in your seat and Watch the roads and streets and narrow Winding paths evolve …
World Map by Noor Dhingra
Last night, I ran my Hands over the pages of my Old, musty atlas, over ridges And oceans, and trenches of Deep blue and indigo, …
The Seven Seas by Noor Dhingra
There is a strange and Eerie line that divides the Oceans, running deep into Tides of stubbornness and Soft waves of quiet longing, and Instead …