lost to words and my world, I forget sunsets and sunrises; I forget the songs of robins, and the hullabaloo of traffic; instead, I lose myself always, in the light of my inspiration, in the typewriter’s music, bringing a new spirit to life. with broken nibs I battle on, trying to capture spilt inks of … Read moreThe Lost World…
(Continued from ~Part 1~…) My mind swims in memories, enshrined by the darkness. I think of the first day I’d met her and a small smile brightens my face. ———-~*~———- It was Halloween of last year. People in costumes with fake bloody faces and crooked smiles went about gaily on the sidewalks, celebrating with pomp … Read moreKidnapped…. (Part 2)
Dark clouds are rolling in from the horizon; the storm is beginning. On the roof of the church in the distance, the rusted-out wind-vane spins, hit by the winds that howl through the branches of the old trees glazed by the light of the setting sun. The curtains on the window are ragged; the sheets … Read morekidnapped … part 1
Image Source soak the atmosphere like a sponge ; vibrant colors paint the night’s easel Image Source lit diyas welcome prosperity to our lives festive week begins Image Source Diwali (also spelled Devali in certain regions) or Deepavali, popularly known as the “festival of lights”, is an important festival in Hinduism, celebrated for different reasons, … Read morevibrant festivities…
Prateeksha… True to her name… she waits. Dimly lit by the dying charcoal fire, the room seems larger than it is. Far away from the embers that fall on the marble floor, the shadows embrace the fading white walls like they were sisters. A high backed leather armchair sits in front of the fireplace, to … Read moreprateeksha..
forgive my broken feet, for they are dead tired; dancing with the ghosts gathered from my past, around me like a hoop. painful my life, topples; hit by a thousand tears, I wish to run far away; but my shoulder bolted causes me to die here, drop to my knees again. I wonder, if I … Read moreOn heart’s papers..