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 … Continue reading This town

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Poem Recitation (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 … Continue reading Poem Recitation (The promise)

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

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

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

Our own prisoners

We cling to the ideas that we accumulate in order to give meaning to our existence. These ideas or beliefs either reflect our hidden insecurity towards certain aspects of life or portrays the course that we consider to be safe for our survival. Certainly, these beliefs are the fruits grown from the seeds that we had sown … Continue reading Our own prisoners