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 Festering in this void, you created When you plucked it, … Continue reading Prejudiced Love

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 tea Childlike innocence shines through his winsome smile Copyright-©TheKayasthaJournal2017 Continue reading That morning cup of tea

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, they just remind of the time I was physical abused … Continue reading The Untold Past – Short story

Life in its true form

“Let’s stand together, holding hands Syncopated breathing, Rugged will Let’s stand on the edge of this mighty cliff Looking down at what’s happened Or Looking up for what’s coming Our bodies darkening against this sunset Coming in reds and orange Let’s promise not to loose Neither one another nor to life Because living is not viable If it’s not laconic Not in mere pieces of … Continue reading Life in its true form

Someone to jolly her…

“She needed someone to jolly her For she was at a melancholy state   She wanted to be caressed by the hands of a sire To free her from this passive state.” Copyright-©TheKayasthaJournal2017         Disclaimer- All the poetic content in this blog is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. It also has no resemblance nor inspired by the … Continue reading Someone to jolly her…