Prisoner-Part 1

Through the window, on a prison wall; the sky seems 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 to his own sound. Was it worth? The price that he had paid, when he stood on the free ground. To…

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…

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…