Broken hands

Don’t you believe, we are stuck in this room. You have a red box at the corner, and I have a blue one on the other side. We meet once in a while, to talk about our sorrowful lives and shames, in disguise. Our hands, worn out wrists too brittle now even our eyes don’t meet. What have…

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,…

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…

Dancing in the dark

(Painting ‘Incomplete Dance’ by Medha Pandey)   Why should I see you? When in my eyes, you didn’t find yourself. I was your mirror, still, in me, you seemed like someone else. I walk in darkness now, for your light left me blind. Thorns do kiss my feet, but the pain never finds it. Why should…