See the picture carefully. It's more than the dot. It's telling the story of everybody's life. Look carefully and read more ......
There we were, standing outside our recentely decorated house, watching the fire engulfing almost all the memories we had preserved, and giving out black smoke which was silently laughing at our tribulations; soaring to the sky to let other people know about it too. But what we could do then?Phone calls had been made. Prayers… Continue reading It was all black
My new raincoat got tested while I was looking for a stream. I was afraid that my paperboat would crumble before its dream. But then I found one nearby our park, pheww! I placed my crumbled boat perfectly and waited for my cue. With a loud thunder from above, I released it from my end.… Continue reading That Day When It Rained
"It's not clear, it's dark!" I said as I was Afraid. I thought we were stuck. "One step at a time" Dad sang his own composed rhyme, And drove the whole night.
The river was babbling beneath her feet, Her lover was murmuring in her ears, Her left hand was intertwining into his right. Her heart was skipping beats, whenever his breath fell on her neck or cheeks. Her employees were getting an "Out of coverage area" message on calling their CEO. But she was never this… Continue reading She was happily out of reach
Clouds were Crimson Red, So was the fluid dripping from her hand. It was a lovely evening until she stumbled on the stand. She balanced herself somehow and licked her creamy right wrist, But her red goggles fell, which were giving her life a zombiesque twist. Such is the imagination of a child.
"Kiddo, listen....listen to me carefully. What I'm going to say, might break your heart. What I'm about to say might break all those beliefs that our grandparents have sewn into our subconscious till now. But it's going to help you. I can't tell you the future, as it will create a paradox in the occurrence… Continue reading What Would I Tell To The 15-year-old Me?
If you are a voracious reader, you might stumble upon a novel with the ending line: They lived happily ever after. Or He never looked back again and the rest was history. Aren't they good? Well, to the most of us, they are. Simply, as they open the windows of hope in our own hearts.… Continue reading Happy Endings
Don't take it lightly, it kills. Don't treat it on your own, it has skills. It hides behind grief, sorrow and anxious pangs. It tears you slowly with its hungry fangs. Take help if you felt uneasy and familiar in reading any of the aforementioned lines. God bless. 🙂
They say: to be a writer, you should write; I took it seriously. It has been 10 years since I started writing, and I know I have come a long way. When I see my articles/poems from the past, I feel a sense of innocence and beauty in the grammatical errors, simple sentences and message… Continue reading Why I Write?