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 … Continue reading Broken hands

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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

Still morning bliss

I ran away. I am still running. I may not reach to you, because there is no end to this running. I saw broken souls, I met people with broken smiles. I heard them giggle, when I saw their empty eyes. I listened to others’ heart, my own is out of voice. Still, I called … Continue reading Still morning bliss