life, POEM, poetry

DECiMATiON

And the slayer stands amidst the offal of his ruins.The intruders were very many, and he had to battle them all alone. With his every breath, the army of prowlers was proliferating profusely. "There is no escape now", he thought and gave in to the zombie apocalypse. Just then like a time bomb, he burst… Continue reading DECiMATiON

FICTION, poetry, prose

THE WORLD

And in that world where things have been apocalyptic, I stand on the green grass and look into your eyes. "What is it you're staring at?" you ask lifting the veil. "The world", with my heart in my mouth I murmur. Instagram @ kashivology

love, poetry

THE BLACK SUiT

And he entered the giant ballroom. "What an immaculate Black Suit!", they all said. And, he danced and smiled and laughed with them. Eventually, the hall was empty and he stood watching the dying music. "Where to now, Sir", the chauffeur asked."Back to the funeral", he replied sprucing up his Black Suit of mourning. Follow… Continue reading THE BLACK SUiT

FICTION, philosophy, poetry

THE BLiSS OF iGNORANCE

And I stand in the terrace surrounded by the tapestry of bricks. Weaved into the usual pattern, the bricks are no different from one another. I am here, in a home territory, and there are millions of others like me. I can’t see them; we are all in a blissful ignorance, and they can’t see… Continue reading THE BLiSS OF iGNORANCE

FICTION, life, soul

THE FALL

And, this was not how it was meant to be. But, can one help it? Do you know how it was supposed to be?Bruised and battered, I lie awake like a corpse; eyes open and clear, I sleep like the dead. From a distance, I am scary and disturbing because that is how you feel… Continue reading THE FALL

book review, FICTION, iNSTAGRAM

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dream, FICTION, poetry

THE DREAM

And the little girl who wasn’t more than six years old, decapitated the man and his daughter. She was just following a short story that had gone wrong. Her family was welcomed by a woman and her son. The son was no more than eight years old. The war had spoiled everything- from relations to… Continue reading THE DREAM

FICTION, philosophy, poetry

THE EXiLE

And she kept her disguise aside and came out when the sun went out. She isn’t alone; she dances along with a horde of equally beautiful women around her sharing a common disguise. They have the beauty of a cool breeze in hot weather; you never get enough of them. They stay disguised as plants… Continue reading THE EXiLE