Contemplate

Some late summer evening, the warm wind bathed in this half-burnt pine forest will reach to your window. I hope the smell will take you back to the time when our intentions were frivolous, and we took pride in burning our love the moment we sneaked into each other’s mind. We were flying loose then….

Thou little fool

An eternal struggle of the memory, caged, in this endless cycle of a repetitive dream; reminiscing about a momentary fame somewhere in this passage of borrowed time. Enlighten my sky, thou little fool, with your borrowed light. Enlighten my life, thou little fool, before the end of your time. This cycle of joy and sorrow, will appear,…

This town

When the day collapses into a million broken glasses just to reflect the last remaining sun, this empty town calls its strangers to the streets and fills them with noises and shuddering delights. For this place is lonely. The calm wind has left it a long time ago. The memory has now given way to…

The lamppost

(Sketch: The secret by Deepak Rawat) It’s nice to see you again, How’s your life been? You remember this lamppost and our promise!! God, how foolish we had been. I guess the stars have changed!! I don’t see them smirking, like the way they used to do. Maybe this road too has forgotten us; since we didn’t meet, like…

A different kind of God

"Isn't it atrocious? The world falling apart, morning newspaper filled with the news of crumbling lives and people with power dancing over others, plainly justifying their actions. I suppose, for some, God has stopped listening. Where do you think our prayers are going?" she asked while looking out of the window. "Probably where we always wanted them…

Strings

I want to fly freely in your sky; but I am chained down by my own mind.   We do walk on thin lines, we are joined by thin lines. We say things out loud that are not meant to be spoken, we listen to things that are not meant to be heard. At times…

Our own prisoners

We cling to the ideas that we accumulate in order to give meaning to our existence. These ideas or beliefs either reflect our hidden insecurity towards certain aspects of life or portrays the course that we consider to be safe for our survival. Certainly, these beliefs are the fruits grown from the seeds that we had sown…

A choice

Is it ‘the truth‘ or one of your fantasies? The words just escaped your mind, hovering over your landscape of judgment. Would you be able to land them on thin air? Can they come out freely encompassing the silence of pleasure or will they be subdued under the shiver of shame? How long have you…