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
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
My love, And before I ask if you still remember me, tell me did you ever forget me? Be honest.What else should I think, I am ruined for life. You don't write letters to me anymore. You don't laugh with that little tilt of your head anymore. You remember, dear Blishé, don't you? I told… Continue reading LETTER TO BLiSHÉ – III
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 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, this was not how it was meant to be. But, can one help it? Do you know how it was supposed to be?Bruised and battered, I lie awake like a corpse; eyes open and clear, I sleep like the dead. From a distance, I am scary and disturbing because that is how you feel… Continue reading THE FALL
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
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