life, poetry, soul


And as we sat there looking at each other but never quite seeing, I asked what had been in my mind for centuries. I have always believed, and I have believed what I read, that questions are always more important than answers; so in this tête-a-tête I had an upper hand, I was stronger. It… Continue reading THE CONVERSATiONS

love, MEMORIES, poetry


And today as I stand in front of the mirror I cannot help notice the changes I have gone through. I look in the mirror every day but today as I stare, I see it. The obvious changes, I know, have not occurred overnight. I don’t laugh and smile like I used to, I see… Continue reading THE DAY OF ESCAPE

death, love, POEM, poetry


  And the page lay on the grave, the dead seemed to read and absorb each word written on it. Nothing could destroy the ink, not even the overnight rain. There are things that remain, and have always been, always present even after catastrophes and nature’s furies, just like the letters on that page. The… Continue reading THE CONFESSiONS iNSiDE THE BOX

MEMORIES, poetry


  And walking through the fog, the blurring and cold fog, Kashiv felt a sudden lump growing in his throat. He was drenched in memories, fond and piercing. He couldn’t speak. He had no one to talk to, never. He had and has been alone, always. Only the brief episodes that formed those memories were… Continue reading WiSH YOU WERE HERE*

diary, identity, poetry


And I don’t know why but I feel there is nothing called gravity, at least not the way we are fed. I see the world upside down (I know many see it this way, but I mean it), as if my feet are the top most part of my body and the head, well… This… Continue reading THE DiViNE BOAR

poetry, politics


And he no longer stares through the window at the herd or the gang that passes below his house, daily. The dogs are a lot more now, everywhere there is the smell of piss and excretion and among them is the howl, a howl that can be heard but does not register to the head,… Continue reading THE UNTiTLED

anger, life, loss, poetry


And Kashiv filled a glass of water from the kitchen and sat down to read what he had just finished writing in his diary. Earlier in the day he had observed a man, an angry man. Somehow Kashiv seemed to be carrying the same disease on his way back to home. He cursed the lonely lock… Continue reading ANGER

life, love, poetry


And there he sat, at the corner table of the tea house, savoring each sip of the black Darjeeling tea. The look in the infidel's eye fanned my curiosity and I was instantly drawn towards him. I wanted to know this man who sat aloof from the world yet being an intricate part of it.… Continue reading REMAiN

life, love, poetry, soul


-The following is an extract taken directly from the journals of Kashiv and the words appear here as they were there. The page has no date and time nor can we tell for certain where or which time of the day it was written- And I have just started to have visions and I don't know… Continue reading REALiZATION

beauty, love, poetry


And in the dead of night, when the moon shone in all the brightness of the sun, and, in return the moon decreased the opacity, the wind from the broken glass of the window, where a memory of the stone that hit the heart of the glass remained, fluttered the innumerable wings of the diary,… Continue reading BE NOTORiOUS *