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.

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Mirage

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.

The Wings of Heaven… 

Long time back, I was wandering in the gardens of heaven. I was flying, dancing ecstatically into the eternity of happiness. But with time it clichéd and became monotonous. I went to the lord and asked him to spice up my stale life. He, with a smile, pulled out his sword and chopping my wings... Continue Reading →

Tai Ji

“The hen or you are out,” He declared. A perished dog completely black with mysterious tilak shaped white patch on its forehead, with upright ears and cut tail stood at one far end, camouflaging itself rather unsuccessfully in the bushes, looking at the chaos. “I would rather die,” her high voiced words as wobbly as... Continue Reading →

The pages of the lost Volume! 

Somewhere in Himalayas:  “The prophecy says he should have taken birth!” said one of the men. There were around six of them. Strikingly similar; long orange robe, bald headed and reflection of peace and knowledge on their faces. All of them had their eyes closed for some apparently inexplicable reasons but they seemed totally comfortable... Continue Reading →

She was different! 

She wanted to read me. She always demanded me to write a story. She was intrigued by the elemental constituents of fables.  “History is short-lived and delusionary. Fables are the essence of humanity, living to the eternity,” she would argue. She believed that everyone and everything has a story and all of them, without exception,... Continue Reading →

In the cold room

Dear Prashant<justwriteprashant.09@gmail.com>, I’m writing to you again. It may be a bit impulsive to mail you but if you are reading this… The floor, yes! I’m sitting on the floor. The room is cold. The lights are switched off. The speakers are singing beautiful melancholic lyrics interweaved with the sound of a sad mouthorgan. It’s... Continue Reading →

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