The Circle

The circle loops back again. It repeats itself every few days and I am beginning to get tired of it now. It’s time to follow a tangent and ...

Sun or Moon

“Sun or Moon?”, she questioned. “Sun, I guess” I quipped “Why?” she demanded “Because, Sun is real and Moon is artificial, just a fa...

Office Office

The picture below is an actual board at sector 126, Noida that I encounter daily on my trip to office. Added the last row to it. Of course, ...

Possessed

He gave her chills, scared the life out of her. He swerved and steered and controlled her being like no other. He tormented her, left bruise...

The Ghost

She looked out of the window. The Sun had not set as yet but the evening had already splashed the skies with a sharp violet tinge mixed with...

The Silence

Happiness is a brazen wench. It needs to be paid to seek its company. Most often, it leaves you destitute, addicted and wanting for more. T...

The Vagabond

I walked a fair distance today, raking up leaves strewn all over yesteryears. The silent Sun bore my witness as I crossed the railway tracks...

The Exit Door

All along I was focused on finding a way to reach you. I walked through the dunes, braved the floods, survived the bruises of the woods and ...

One Of These Days…

I will burn the walls and break down those doors you have been hiding behind. I will set fire to the tethers and kick the ash with my feet a...