diary, dream, life


    The following entry is taken from the diary called Dreams.   And a huge black cat is there in my room, like the one in The Master and Margarita. However, it doesn’t walk on two legs, like the pigs in Animal Farm. But it talks unlike any other cat. The Cat is there… Continue reading THE CAT iS THERE!

letter, life, soul


  Dear Blishé, And I can foresee future. I am telling you, I can foresee. I see myself and you, Blishé, holding hands and walking in the forest, deep and wild, full of sins and blessings. We walk together in that Garden of Eden. We create an Ultimate Love. There is no one looking down… Continue reading LETTER TO BLiSHÉ

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

Delirium, diary, soul


  And I watch as the last blue rectangle of the wall in front of me disappears. I have been here for a hundred years and I am going to stay here for another thousand. I am a prisoner. Unlike Kafka’s The Trial, I am not here for a crime I have not committed but… Continue reading THE PRiSONER

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

dream, imitation, life, soul


And there is a diary in the book shelf that belongs to Kashiv; Dreams, it is named in that hurried hand of his. And if you read, flipped through the pages you wouldn’t find any date nor would you know one dream from the other, it would go on like one continuous dream. Just like… Continue reading i KILLED ME

life, loss


    And on the window were gathered faces, excited and expectant. Their eyes were sad and unfulfilled. On the floor inside the room lay the ball, miles away from the reach of the children, static and expressionless. The glass was broken where the ball had hit the window, leaving a hole never to be… Continue reading THE SENSE OF LOSS

novelty, Preconceived ideas


And when through the open door, looking out into the open, rushed in an unbridled and obstinate wave of air it swayed the calendar with it, taking it along, to where the air was travelling. But the lonely nail held the calendar where it hung, just like the rod that held the curtains where it… Continue reading RANDOMNESS

life, soul


It was dark. The bulbs hung tirelessly from the ceiling, their presence today was felt more than any other day. It was on days and nights like this that they actually existed. Today their existence had a meaning. Today they were dead. Kashiv was perched on the plastic chair he so rarely used to sit.… Continue reading ​THE MEANiNG

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