Pricetag

In this world, which puts a price on all of us, nothing here comes for free. So remove your mask of objectivity, come here and bargain with me. I might take you for a million, or more, if in this you believe. You took all this time to choose your worth; what if I then, … Continue reading Pricetag

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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 … Continue reading The lamppost

Her quivering lips

Her quivering lips and a still summer afternoon; His fingertips, and her mind full of doubts. Her questioning eyes, searching, for some secrets in his half-lit world; His intentions, now teetering, like smoke rising in the dark. Her hair, a bit tangled, in the memories of their careless past; Though his fingers, unraveling them, for this moment which … Continue reading Her quivering lips

Prisoner-Part 1

Through the window,on a prison wall; the skyseems to be far.But, those who are outside,he wonders,how free they are?He stretched his mind,which was filled with lies,and silently listened tohis own sound.Was it worth?The price that he had paid,when he stood onthe free ground.To kill what they love*,it's what the world always does,the prisoner thought,while gazing his walls.The … Continue reading Prisoner-Part 1

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 to reach, … Continue reading A different kind of God

The promise

Cold winter breeze over a sleepy oak forest. The promise of a kiss, a ritual before the long sleep. Her cold breath, whispering, warm melodies of her world. His jaded eyes waiting, for the silence; in memories of her words. The leaves now yellow, the sky turned gray and still. For his love will soon be … Continue reading The promise

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 … Continue reading Strings