Darling, And you know why I write to you, you have all the answers? Did you read my last letter? Did you then throw it in the furnace, as was done to those that were the carrier of bad tidings? My letter was just a soulful moan; a heartfelt whine. You know Blishé, how I… Continue reading LETTER TO BLiSHÉ – IV
And the blind man moved enthusiastically, unafraid through the speeding, morning traffic. The horns honked and the shouts played, but, nothing could get to his stubborn head. He appeared unhurt on the other side. Little did he know of the end that waited for him. He had gone there to meet his lover, and then… Continue reading THE MAN FROM TiME
And the wind that so solemnly tried to grasp the fragrance from the dying embers of the wood was pushed to the ground beneath the heat of the fume by incessant tears from the passing clouds. The clouds like desert cacti transpired freely on the bloom of spring. The agenda was simple, the cry was… Continue reading THE BATTLE
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
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
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
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
And 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… Continue reading THE MEANiNG
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