I opened a dusty drawer And got an old letter My mother's handwriting The handwriting eternal to me
It was not anybody’s idea. We were kids. Wanted to have fun. And had fun. Group of teens walking back from tuitions or some game maybe. Same path that we traveled so so often. Evening was getting old and sweaty. We knew the buildings very well. Like specialists we had studied the people living … Continue reading STORY : Fire affair
A rickshaw. Coming from my opposite end. I walked as I generally am, lost so much in thoughts I barely watched the traffic. Night was turning older. I was coming from tutions. A student late at night lost in dreams. When I looked up to the rickshaw it was passing by me. Quite fast. A … Continue reading Postcards of Insecurities . Chapter 2-Inactivity
Wooden paved floor. Cane chair. I sit cross legged. Loud music and a bar around. How else would I live. That is the norm. With some money to spend, travel and loud beats batch my lifestyle choices. And yes, sex, the smell the talk the goosebumps, the failures (which must be always be the other … Continue reading Postcards of Insecurities . Chapter 1-Introduction
I have no laugh to laugh. Everything exists In there own form They are not objects Only I am an object The only soul Who can not breathe Because air does not care He who turns To manure and only thus Even gods are not so strong to let him laugh.
I was waiting for my lady. My heart,my senses, My eagerness was waiting for her. In patience I awaited her coming, Every passing moment Stopped for a moment In front of me, for me. I waited as a figure Tensed to stone to jump to life - Terribly animated life. I was waiting for my … Continue reading I am waiting for my lady
I have no topic to love you with. Its just a passing phase. A phase that would drag through A million life times of a petty me