It was a foggy morning in the month of December. The desolated clouds came down to make love with the misty window panes, the rays of sun were playing peekaboo through the dense cloud cover and the roosters were too lazy to sing their sunrise song; it was an usual winter morning scene. The marooned …
It was a gruesome day at work for her. Ironically, the keys on her workstation which she had been using to develop a risk model confined her soul within the cuffs of a self defeating and pointless pursuit. While walking into those invisible dandelions in the wee hours today, she murdered her passion for art …
The Phuchka is shedding tears as the moisture is penetrating through its imperfections, the cigarettes are reluctant to enlighten their soul, the nicotine is getting bored being confined in its filter paper for ages, the ash is getting impatient to punch this air of despondency, the coffee beans are dead tired responding to the racist …
An insomniac mind with a blatant soul enters my ruptured world one day… My crimson red scars, the grey heart and those trembling knees could not resonate with her oozing elegance. The heart smiled at this coincidence and asked, “Who’s there??” … To my surprise, nobody answered. The anxiety went a notch higher when a …
When the Autumn was agonistic, you were there to hold my hands and take me into the deserted woods.. When the Spring was sadistic, you were there to walk along with me beneath the night sky with the Orion as the witness of our forlorn love, When the Summer was surreal, you were there to …
It was the last working Friday of the month. Fridays were supposed to be the only day of the week where the corporates allowed their highly paid manforce (the term “womanforce” does not exist in their big fat hypocritical dictionaries sadly) to dress up informally, something they termed as their employee friendly measures. Thus, hiding …
The season of love and betrayal has arrived once again. When the catkins could be seen bobbing their heads with the wind, it marks the arrival of Autumn for me. With the Autumn knocking on the door impatiently; love can be seen blooming in a desolated land far away yet so close, colours can be …
Whenever I think about you, I start talking to my coffee mug as it is a gateway to my amalgamated emotions whenever something pulls me down. The froth over my cup of coffee feels dead inside when the bubbles leave them midway and settle down a bit. It frightens me a lot whether you will …
Every time my over-worked self looked at the walls of my bedroom, it found the soul confined in its cocoon at a corner since ages. The particular corner has craved for its share of footfalls, sadly there were not too many. The coral blue walls have cried a lot, but the hot pink shade was …