Words falling off from the tower of memories And the silverfish whispered to the man, its voice dripping with darkness, if he had ever devoured the bitter essence of words. The man, haunted by a deep, consuming passion, exhaled long breaths of despair and surrendered to his fate. He implored the pest to await him… Continue reading THE TOWER OF MEMORiES
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 owl was privy to the affairs of the night. Nursing an unhinged head, it was the only witness under the moon's milky light. *** A hand covered in dust, dirt and time sneaked in from the window. Certainly, to commit a heinous crime, the hand had come alone like a widow. It grasped… Continue reading NiGHTMARE
And just keep that distance from me. I am travelling deep into me. With words of no farewell, I may never come to be. I have tested time and the thing they call fate. I have known what's love and that its mirror is called hate. I have wasted a lot on life, passion and… Continue reading SAMADHi
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 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
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
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