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Broken Promises!

HE: “For you, my love, I’d write the most beautiful words, on the dirtiest parchments; I’d grow a pious lotus,  on the filthiest slurry; In the rustling of dry leaves,  and cracks of dead twigs, in the midst of autumn’s bald wigs,  I’ll raise the greenest woods; I’d fly in the night sky, with you,... Continue Reading →

Approaching My Fate

O traveler, a companion from past the mate in bed road and in sun red; hear my lament, for I'm approaching my fate. O wanderer, flow like a driftwood, to the country afar, and show to the folks, our gallantry scars. Tell our children the stories of love the tales of youth voyages when we... Continue Reading →

Pain is an old friend!

“Emotions are no advantage! Everyone you love either dies or leaves! Emotions are just a survival strategy for animals and the beings that are more animal (humans!). They are nothing more than curtains behind which you can momentarily hide or a plan for parasitic or symbiotic living or a strategy to have sex; for pleasure or to avoid extinction; a fact that no one acknowledges!” 

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 →

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 →

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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