Poem

That naive lover

Who do you fall in love with? The body or the soul? If the soul, is it always of the person in front of you? or perhaps something else's. (3rd of my series - The visitor) "Drenched in water, you rise, this fine chiffon subtly kissing your body Wiping your face, fresh pink fingers grabbing… Continue reading That naive lover

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Sometimes black is good

Because.... At the end of the day we all stand black against the falling sun. "When the sun sets, the world stands black Unified, together, against the falling hero No race, no color, no whites, no blacks No rich, no poor No battles, no jealousy Everyone’s just a black shadow; silence No detail, simply outlined… Continue reading Sometimes black is good

Poem

Prejudiced Love

Plucking off that little petal....oh how easy was it for you silent....numb... an eerie peace....all I was left with which u created... plucking out that lag piece, callously, that destitute piece of emotion   Tottering the horizon, suffering the nuances of pain, regret and laconism A petal which once shined bright as sun caressed it… Continue reading Prejudiced Love

Poem

Forbidden Love

"Draining in the blues When I saw you In the arms of the other embracing the riverside   I was insecure, my heart was pounding Loud and aghast, with fear Sinking and drowning, my mind Eyes flowing in tribulation   You wanted to be loved out loud But I wanted to keep it special and… Continue reading Forbidden Love

Poem

The Visitor – 2

( A continuation of my previously posted The Visitor ) We don’t know when we have fallen in love. We don’t even know who we have fallen in love with. Is it always a person or could be something else, some one else. Oh look what a beautiful butterfly! As I move to feel, it extinguishes… Continue reading The Visitor – 2

Poem

That morning cup of tea

As time goes by, everything around us changes, except for those innocent gestures that we fail to notice. Rustling of that newspaper, like everyday Rocking on his chair, like he did for the past 60 years Eyes following every footstep, like it did for 60 years Pretending to be ignorant of his wife bringing him… Continue reading That morning cup of tea

Short Stories

The Untold Past – Short story

"I'm allergic" I exclaimed. The big smile on his face turned into blues. Oh I'm such a horrible person to do this. Maybe I should just tell him the truth. Its not your fault. Please dont be sad. He doesn't know that my allergy is not medical but psychological. I'm not physically allergic to roses,… Continue reading The Untold Past – Short story