Riddhi Puranik

a cloud floating on a thunderstruck night, a star lost amongst the galaxies, the forgotten page lost in the mess of a book, a trailing leaf; far away from its home settled on the concrete pavement, a shell buried underneath the sand, the peeling wallpaper in the corner of a store, a lone instrument in a studio longing to be played, a photograph tucked hidden out of sight in a worn wallet, a bird out of reach, a mountain waiting to be climbed, a simple life waiting to be led, an opportunity to be seized, a fire blazing through the trees, a flower blooming to life, a thread weaving broken pieces together, a page waiting to be turned, a story struggling to be put into words