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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The black butterfly

As the sun finally gasps before settling in the orange bay; the darkness creeps in stealing all the colors of the day. With timid eyes rise the creatures of the night; silently fluttering, makes its way 'the black butterfly'.   The world, surreal to her cast under the blanket of sorrow; dazzled with darkness, she looks … Continue reading The black butterfly

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