Putting things in order, running like a headless chicken days went by. It’s just a few weeks since Tim pulled up the stakes and moved to this small town of India. Clearly, he didn’t know anyone here from Adams. When his new po-faced neighbour Mr Dixit raved about the girl next door, his heart turnedContinue reading “gentleman”
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leaving
Slowly, I am coming to terms with your refusal, Aargh! This devilish torture, so brutal! Languidly, packing all my belongings Shuffling away with a heavy heart My eyes peeled for apple tart… My beloved you’re just a pie in the sky Alas! in the wilderness I am left to cry My heart, a migratory bird…Continue reading “leaving”
tonight my projection
The ghost of accumulated dreams is finally laid _ I hedge my bets From tracles of suitors Who peer at the impish roses Adorning my raven hair Soaked with scented lores Of secret nights _ When I pass by the mirror Torrents of my silent odeillade embodying my passion are laid to waste as you’reContinue reading “tonight my projection”
vista
Incandescent peaks of halcyon hills seize your gaze in the evening when weary sun grazes those hilltops and sky simmers with crimson, vermilion, azure and milky white lights. Slowly a fiery red flush creeps over the valley and spills around the horizons sprinkling the sneaky woods with a soothing blush. Leisurely the dimming sky gathersContinue reading “vista”
three
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a small token of gratitude
I yawned and leisurely picked up the newspaper and flicked a cursory glance. Yippee! India won! But..unfortunately I didn’t know much about cricket…Well, I wasn’t an artist, nonetheless, I decided to draw something. Then I grabbed a pen and wrote a letter of appreciation to the Indian Team. Dear Indian Cricket Team, I want toContinue reading “a small token of gratitude”
feathery
“She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn’t she?” Edward chuckled softly “Yes”. Bella lolled on the bed curling her arms around his neck. “I have a surprise for you” “Very honeymoonish” Edward approved. “Is it flowery?” “It’s feathery” Bella said ponderingly fixing her gaze outside the window. (That’s why movies fall flatContinue reading “feathery”
another blow in the chest
I woke up in 2021…They talked about the year’s demise. The cadaverous yesteryear, perchance, is still lurking in the venomous, moth-eaten chronicles. Putrifying, wafting off an exceptional noisome smell. Once again the year begins with a pound in the chest, completely knocking you down. Standing at the cul-de-sac my eyes glazed over the sable night.Continue reading “another blow in the chest”
intimacy
Yes, I am blamable for being intimate with them, Sometimes inextricably woven together Such as life and flesh Impossible to tell apart And I was intrigued by their disturbing magnificence Those ghosts that catch you with your pants down And stealthily peel you layer by layer, ripping you to shreds I have lost my sleepContinue reading “intimacy”
away from the farm
Think of the lass leaving for the harvest Maybe she will be hauled off to their farmhouse, Or maybe they will get her innards out of her body, there and then When they ask her about her dreams Or they talk about women who love catcalling, Their disembowelment heaves to the sight Their eyes overflowContinue reading “away from the farm”
