What started with me drowning in the depths of the eyes of Patrick Verona, the ‘juvie’ bad boy with his manly charm and brown curls never really ended, even though it’s been almost 12 years since those eyes lost the light of life. By the time I saw the Dark Knight, little did I knowContinue reading “The Phoenix.”
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Them.
While I sleep, the world around me is awake. Not today though. I am awake too. But only in the body, not in the mind. But then was I ever? These people, the ones out here – they know something I don’t. They look at me and exchange glances. They stare me down. I look away.Continue reading “Them.”
Sleep – #25WordStory.
Sleep I scratched his ear, like he loved. My old dog sensed my tears, nuzzled me lovingly. The doctor laid him to sleep. Forever. I cried. Graciously Yours!
Pulled Apart.
I’ve come a long way, From that fateful day, Where all I could think of was Getting you to stay, While all you did was push me away. Now and then, things would sway, Giving me hopes that you would stay, But alas that wouldn’t happen, Not how I wanted, anyway. “For the baby’s sake,”Continue reading “Pulled Apart.”
The House That Wasn’t. Part 0
Continued from… 5 years, 2 months and 19 days ago – 7:30 PM. Pankaj was trying to close shop as fast as possible. The skies were overcast. He’d decided to leave this town too. He wasn’t sure how safe it was for Tara now. The residents were getting suspicious. Tara was his daughter. He’d lostContinue reading “The House That Wasn’t. Part 0”
If only you’d…
I tried to reach out, But the answers to your questions I have, I doubt. I tried to help you Get up and around in this world of lies, But do you really wish to? I waited for you to see me, The moon waned and waxed, But all alone you wanted to be. Continue reading “If only you’d…”
Wheeling towards life.
“You see that man down there who’s cycling?” said the Creator to the little baby beside Him. The soon-to-be-born gurgled, “Yes” in baby lingo. Soon, even his mother would understand it as well as God did. “That cyclist doesn’t have ambitions. He hasn’t made plans on how he wants to spend his next five years.Continue reading “Wheeling towards life.”
The Wait.
She was worried. A month had passed since he’d told her about the death. A month and he was still to write another word. He was magical with words. He made you feel the pain of his characters, the joys and blessings of their lives, the romance of the scenes left you feeling the heatContinue reading “The Wait.”
Six Word Story #9.
Death became her moment of glory. Word cue for you is – moment. Graciously Yours! P.S. : Which do you think is prettier – dawn or dusk?
Blank colours on the canvas.
Some days I have a smile on my face. Yet inside I am breaking apart. Sometimes that trophy is all I want. Yet when I get it, it was not the rosy picture I’d painted. Some days the world doesn’t make sense at all. And other days I think I’ve found the missing puzzle pieces. Somehow, somewhere heContinue reading “Blank colours on the canvas.”
Inking The Thinking. 