She said, well done Try a little bit more. I don’t want to, I knew Yet I said, yupp I would try. It wouldn’t matter now, we both knew Night passed to day We both wore washed ironed clothes ‘You are glowing, You look nice in green’ She knew I gave good compliments I had … Continue reading Conversation
My friends used to tell History is boring It kind of is. It kind of is when – It’s not our story. Depends on who we are. Once people bled when wars were waged When Riots burned children alive-some not yet born Revolutions taught to hate and love Refugees fled from their ravaged mother- Let … Continue reading Boring History
I read some poems today Today is very long Longer than the Sleep The poems made Today Thousand years long I just could live a few moments of it,in it. Ps. Its inspired by Cold Alone and Forgotten – Short Poem No. 40 Please check that out as well.
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