The moors belong to another time. Our sun never shines here. The rook like castle that is perched on the hill has been desolate since eons, just like its sole inhabitant. Trapped in one moment in the fabric of eternity,
Read More »When you toil in kitchen for hours, And make his favourite food You know the salt is too much, But he still says it is good. . Your daughter makes you a portrait, Your nose is flat and mouth droops
Read More »A thundering heart and a calm countenance that hides, agony of parting . A dry mouth and wet eyes, dreams, that erode the lines of the existent and fairy-tale . The elusive looks, hinting of elysiums in his arms, among
Read More »I buried my heart in a pot of gold It lay there all gushing and warm, I locked it tight and looked back once At its beating form. . I hide the key in my folds Sorted my alarm, My
Read More »Both can twist a fate Be it love or be it death Death is but a smidgen kinder A fair, if cold but a just minder Some say, love is a bed of roses A muse for poems and flighty
Read More »Can you hear me? I sigh in your bated breaths As you rise up in froth I lay wounded in your depths I fester in your silences My pain seeks your touch And you see me in your nightmares My
Read More »I have come far from the maddening world that curdled ort of ardours buried And claws gnarled. I have come far It is quiet here, esoteric almost my happy place pain is less so are the
Read More »Day 1 I read the ‘Work from Home Directives’ with growing trepidation. My data is in the office desktop and I have a deadline looming. Popping my anxiolytics, I curse my fate for the timing of this lockdown, hoping my
Read More »The inferno darted its multiple tongues back and forth, greedily licking off every speck of life in its path. How long had it been? I felt half-dead already, and the fire beckoned me, its voice sultry and seducing. But I
Read More »I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul… Saira would often quote Neruda around me and I pretended not to understand. *** The first time we met, she was
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