identity, life, soul

BEHiND THE VEiL

“And today is no different”, she said. Like a mathematical assumption, let the girl be X. Let her be X because I really do not know her name, or what she liked herself to be addressed in. She sat there on the lonely bench, holding a copy of The Liar’s Weave by Tashan Mehta. Intrigued… Continue reading BEHiND THE VEiL

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life, love, POEM

FELL iN LOVE

And this life has always been a mystery, to you, to me and to Kashiv. He doesn’t usually go out and when he does he spends the whole day in one place, staring at the sky, mountains and the forest.  He shares a kinship to everything around him flowers, light and pebbles. He likes being… Continue reading FELL iN LOVE

MEMORIES, poetry

WiSH YOU WERE HERE*

  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*

beauty, love, poetry

BE NOTORiOUS *

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 *