I wish to put decoratively all my thoughts into the cellar with the wines and let them all age together. They are no good to me at… Read more “Ineffability Of Thoughts.”
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From The Pen Of A Detached Human!
Look who is back to try her hard luck into the magic show. Eh. An oblivion. I was not writing a word here all this while. So… Read more “From The Pen Of A Detached Human!”
I Still Wish.
I still wish our wounds were common and pains shared. Exquisite or toxic – I wish we both breathed in the same air. If our desires were… Read more “I Still Wish.”
MIRAGE.
A mirage of my soul. A distraction of my troubles. He is what fails my words. He is what my heart loses. He has seen me enough.… Read more “MIRAGE.”
A SUMMER NIGHT
Leaves were interacting with each other physically as the west wind started to blow. I have grown up listening to the tales from my granny and all… Read more “A SUMMER NIGHT”
Where the search ends.
Winters have their own charm. Chilling nights and snowy days have the tendencies to melt the desires in you to the root of it and re-exist by… Read more “Where the search ends.”
Sensation OF Life In Soul.
But this is what he mostly did. He caressed her. Caressed her nights with his stars. Caressed her soul with his stories. He had an underlying urge… Read more “Sensation OF Life In Soul.”
My Perfect Cup Of Tea: A Silhouette In Void.
Its a cold, breezy night in this part of India as I write it. And as I write it I am paying an unbiased attention to the… Read more “My Perfect Cup Of Tea: A Silhouette In Void.”
Cupness Of Her Soul!
Here she is Infinity and stardust hidden away inside the flesh and bone and blood. These words slipping off her like a comet’s tail But then she… Read more “Cupness Of Her Soul!”
She Was In Love.
She was not the one he thought he would collide with, that too this late in life. He seemed nowhere near to be ready to start understanding… Read more “She Was In Love.”
