Men and Dogs

She was stalked, like the dogs did;  she was sniffed, like the dogs did;  she pampered him, like she would;  like the dogs did, he owned her; a dog at his heart, he barked filth at her,  he said he loved, but the man in him rose; he barked, her face scratched,  her lips red... Continue Reading →


Chance after Chance

Chance after chance, she gave marks after marks he gifted, the story of a woman’s tolerance and a man’s dominance ended with her breaths, and commenced again with his new stalk.


Her eyes reflect world, but I work in them, my image, strange is her love, neither comes nor goes far, like a mirage, stays afar.

I believe in Miracles!

Oh yes! I believe in miracles, I’ve seen infinite of them. I have seen a little bridge hold strong under the weight of infinite people with infinite locks in their infinite hands, and infinite faith in their infinite hearts, infinite names on the infinite locks, infinite keys and their infinite dissolution in the infinite water.... Continue Reading →

Is it the “White Powder”?

He fell down with a crash. He is my fried and if he falls, with a plate full of eatables, smearing himself all over, what am I supposed to do? What do they expect a friend, like me, to do? Well I’m expected to laugh, laugh till my stomach starts to pain like heel. Laugh... Continue Reading →


I might survive this pang, I might survive the next pang, might survive  yet another fit... But how many times do I survive, till I survive?

The wind flinched ….

He was an image of the wind; sweat drops on my skin, he cooled me in a swing; a secret admirer, was he akin; danced on my lids, in blinks; He flinched, one day, away caressing  till the last of my  hair;  so long, he is gone, still, like wind I feel him always around... Continue Reading →

The Lovely Summer-girl 

Beneath the night sky, with summer heat high; lay two souls, bound in a roll; In the tide of stars and blooming crescent, they lay embraced arm in arm; the cool breeze and her velvet hair danced over his face ,  her lips chirped stories of her age , which he did not listen but... Continue Reading →

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