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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Contemplate

Some late summer evening, the warm wind bathed in this half-burnt pine forest will reach to your window. I hope the smell will take you back to the time when our intentions were frivolous, and we took pride in burning our love the moment we sneaked into each other's mind. We were flying loose then. … Continue reading Contemplate

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

Strings

I want to fly freely in your sky; but I am chained down by my own mind.   We do walk on thin lines, we are joined by thin lines. We say things out loud that are not meant to be spoken, we listen to things that are not meant to be heard. At times … Continue reading Strings

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