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 →
Pornography is not an embodiment of freedom of speech and freedom of occupation and acclaimed widely. Even if it is what it claims, it is very restricted and more widely it is twisted and loopholed throughout. Read more...
Imagine if every star in the night sky loved one at the far end of the horizon. Imagine if the two lovers spent a lifetime craving for each other and as the final days of one approach, it shoots out its soul. The soul wanders in the night sky and ultimately touches its beloved at... Continue Reading →
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 →
A man was getting rid of his old parents leaving them in an old age home. When he was leaving, his old father coughed and choked. The lady gave him water. The father felt fine. He said to his son ,”Good my son! Good that you are leaving us here. I killed my two daughters... Continue Reading →
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, 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.
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 →