The sun had its own mood swings. Broadly seasons. But minutely it even differs from person to person how we interpret it. Even in some mid-days the Sun can be mild enough for a quick tryst. He could see her wife from his shade. She is hanging the clothes in the winter sun to dry. … Continue reading Story : Hira
Why should I even care I will die As dies any mole, horse or shoe. My children will not remember me, but my name, But a few habits of mine ‘Me’ is not for forever. I look at the orange sky, mating with dark As the sun has set, the colors are … Continue reading Why Should I Even Care
I do not Like that Coming But I hope I will For it brings great promises Though I am promised nothing Only, at times, an illusion is truth.
Far away windows A crack in the wall Their Mystery helps me breathe in.
I wanted to carve wood in a cyber city The wood arrived online The Chisels are lost even before they could arrive Now I can’t engrave flowers Over polished parts of plant corpses
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