They say that people who write poems are a lost breed of die hard romantics, who would lyrically put their heart on the line. I have been sitting here for the past hour, staring at an empty page that seems to stare back at me. All I have managed to write is "To me, you … Continue reading Love You Like a Poem I Never Wrote
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Currently Reading
The river moved like it had somewhere to be, but at the same time it had no urgency of getting there. The water was clear enough for me to see the pebbles beneath, smooth little obstacles that had long since become part of the river's shape. Sunlight broke through the large canopy of oak trees … Continue reading Currently Reading
Blind Nights
They say that broken women know how to love, but not always who to love, and she stood as proof of that.She looked around the room, last night lingered in small, scattered ways, like light filtering into a space through crooked blinds. It had been good, he had been what she wanted him to be, … Continue reading Blind Nights
Tinderbox
Like a matchstick, waking up in the ruins, of a house it burned down,
Piku and his bag of Peanuts
Ever since he was a boy, Piku had always carried a small bag of peanuts.No one really knew why, not even Piku. It was something his grandmama had started.She used to put a handful into his pockets before he ran out to play.For what exactly, she never explained.Years passed, grandmama was gone, the reason did … Continue reading Piku and his bag of Peanuts
September’s Stage
September had been a bikini bar dancer since last March. Not exactly her dream, but then again her dream was to marry DiCaprio and live on a yacht, so compromise had always been her skill set.She came to LA three ago to become an actress, along with a million other wide eyed blondes with head … Continue reading September’s Stage
How to replace people with similar looking people in your life
To be entirely honest, I never meant to replace anyone at first. It started as an accident. When my best friend Rivan moved to another city, I found myself nodding along to conversations with a man at my local coffee shop who had the same beard, the same slouch and had the same habit of … Continue reading How to replace people with similar looking people in your life
Loops (of us)
He found the earring under the cafe table after Nila left. Instinct made him pocket it, the way you keep a movie ticket, as if holding on to a piece of someone could anchor them back into your life. One evening, when he was closing shop, he realized his bike keychain had snapped. With nothing … Continue reading Loops (of us)
Things we forget to die from
For a guy raised in a tropical savanna climate, struggling with 15C feels almost embarrassing. What does that say about me? Have I gone soft? Or maybe I have just gotten too used to this Palo Alto air. I crack open the window, expecting the cold to wake me up fully or maybe numb something … Continue reading Things we forget to die from
Say My Name
They said the tree at the edge of Hollow Woods was older than the town itself.Its bark was rough and scorched, as if struck by lightning not once but many times, yet it never fell. A strange darkness stretched around it, cold and unnatural, it felt alive, as if it watched.No birds nested in it. … Continue reading Say My Name
No sleep, except to dream
Darling, all is lost, I fear,I wrestled doom, the end is near.First came the wolf, eyes like coal,He growled so deep it shook my soul. I threw a punch straight to his maw,He barely flinched, unsheathed his paw.I hurled a boulder in wild defense,He bit it, broke it, pure violence. Then from the woods, she … Continue reading No sleep, except to dream
Surreal
The night sky was a glassy expanse of dark blue.The waves had yet to break at the edges of cotton; lilies and orchids twinkled with them, opening their petals one by one, shinning brightly. Some fell to the world below, those were called shooting dandelions. If you made a wish upon one, it would come … Continue reading Surreal
Writing About Writing
The call was placed at two in the night. He answered it with the same annoyed tone he used to answer his calls “This better be good" “Nishant, listen, I have been going through your past works and I really wanted to ask you something” she said “What is it?” He could spare few minutes … Continue reading Writing About Writing
Words Whispered in Doubt
If death was my goal, I had certainly found the wrong path, for I wasn’t dying; I was being rescued. But the process was still killing me. Pain bubbled at the bottom of my stomach and surged up to my vocal cords, making me want to shout, to scream. I would have, if it weren’t … Continue reading Words Whispered in Doubt
Heights of Boredom
He willed every iota of his power to work on getting rid of hunger, the other six proved easy, for they were all but constrains of the mind, but this, this was a constraint on the body. It had been seven months since he took his position in the rough cut stone cave, seven months … Continue reading Heights of Boredom
When Gods Date
“I think my tie is not visible under the trunk” Ganesh paced around the room “What is the use of wearing a tie then?” “Though not visible it is still classy. Relax, bro, you look great” Skanda took his spear in hand and jabbed a few thrusts in the air, as if killing an invisible … Continue reading When Gods Date
In The Eyes of Mother
Saturday night, 21:20hrs I opened the front door to receive 2 bags of groceries from my mother, groceries I didn't ask for, they contained cabbages, carrots, tomatoes and spinach cans. “I stocked the fridge just yesterday” I said, following her to the living room. She didn't respond, This has … Continue reading In The Eyes of Mother
Letters to the Sky
Dad says you live in the sky now and that you are watching us from up above. I often find you peeping from behind the clouds. I am not sure if I like this hide and seek game of yours. Dad misses you a lot more than I do.I can tell by the way he … Continue reading Letters to the Sky
Like Father…
"I am nothing like you!" The book sailed across the room, striking the family portrait on the wall. Glass shattered, raining down in sharp echoes that filled the small living room. He froze, startled to find his hand gripping the back of a chair, ready to throw again, though there was no target, or maybe … Continue reading Like Father…