This town

When the day collapses into 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 blank [...]

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 life and shames, in disguise. Our hands, worn out wrists too brittle now even our eyes don't meet. What have [...]

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 [...]