A Flutter in Silence|A collection of English Poems by Beena Rajan|Paridhi Publications

In the wee hours of the morning words start wandering into my bedroom waking me up forcing me to take a look into the deep dark crevices of my bare existence. There hidden away are the little happy things that don't usually matter in the day or it might be a word waterfall that had been barricaded for too long or it could be a soothing stream of words that heals the many little cuts that I bleed from... It's all in here for you. From the bare me unapologetic.