[Poetry] That Song

A familiar tune, with fragments of life stored within. A slice of youthful romance, or bits of sorrow from the past. Zestful reawakening. A song that would push me , into the depths of emotion. Pull me out of mundane reality. Am I happy? It would ask, the innocence of my heart. The reason for …

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[Poetry] “A Summer Sunset”

Like a blob of orange ink, the sun dissolves into the bluish sky. The falling action of a writer's dramatic arc; an epilogue to the long summer day. A sunset to my emotional euphoria, a denouement to life's play. Strands of the plot are now drawing together; untangling the mysteries of my day. "Goodbye"-  with a …

[Poetry] “A flock of flying hippos “

I can see a flock of flying hippos, Painted in the colour of magic. 'hippopotamus' - a word, like a chuckle of an infant. They whistle a melody of calm, and I murmur into their ear a spell of mischief; tickle their mind. They will let me ride on them, fly me to candyland, they …

[Poetry] A Jar of Courage

I put all my screams of fear, inside a jar of courage; and sealed it for, forever. Now there is a strange silence, a comforting void. I unbridged the two shores of fear and emotion; Disconnected. They can't get me now. They can't catch me now. I have escaped the demons of anxiety.  

[Poetry] A Melody of Death

The earth is barren and dry. She is dragging herself to the grave; Pulling her cross, summoning her crucifixion. Wrinkled skin, flesh rotten within; Her bloody heart bulging out of torn flesh; Dry thirsty lips  peeling like flakes of a dry soul. She breathes toxicity of human sins, Drinks black mortal vices, flowing through immortal …

[Poetry] My Dear Smile

My dear smile, I will sing for you a welcome prayer. petals of joy, a melody of homecoming. Everytime you came and went, each  turned into an indelible event. Now that you are back with happiness, Tell me about the things you have seen and gained. love,dream or success ? What did you see?  The sight, …

[Poem] “Shining Shoes”

Your shining shoes of pride. They speak of your riches, they speak of your honour. tip-top elegance of ambitions. But this dirt of ignorance, on your shining shoes of esteem. That you fail to clean and  polish. It will stay, it will stain ; till you learn to leap and hop over the puddle of …

[Short Story]”Things we do” ( Part 3)

"Overrated place !" Dhruv mumbled as he took a bite into the last piece of pork. Dhruv has always prioritized perfection and his independence in life. His disappointment with the place and the imperfectly cooked food was evident in his face. Perhaps these uncanny combination of seeking both excellence and freedom made him the confused …

[Short Story] Things we do (Part 2)

"What the hell Kabir! " I burst out in anger. "I thought you knew the way. It's been an hour since we are driving around this forested road. Do you really know the way to that pork place?"  I questioned. "Dude, it's near a tribal Bodo village. But it's  somewhere nearby for sure. I remember …

[Short Story] “Things we do” (Part 1)

After I moved to pursuing my career goals, rarely do I meet friends from my childhood. With time I have realized that get together with old friends is not merely a tryst of the right timings out of our busy lives, but the rendezvous of our varied life circumstances. It is a melting pot of …