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…

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 for…

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…

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…

Dancing in the dark

(Painting ‘Incomplete Dance’ by Medha Pandey)   Why should I see you? When in my eyes, you didn’t find yourself. I was your mirror, still, in me, you seemed like someone else. I walk in darkness now, for your light left me blind. Thorns do kiss my feet, but the pain never finds it. Why should…

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….