these pathways aren’t
these pathways aren’t
background television noise,
stray dogs howling, louder.
a taste of sweetness
collected from a sour world
the opening scene of many plays but the resolution of none.Read More Damsel In Distress
never tried a cigarette like I have tried smokersRead More never
When you sip a taste of their faraway thoughts, you have a longing for more. Like an unwrapped gift. Like something shipped. Like a faraway person in a distant terrace, visible but unheard. But if they are as close to your window as trees and their frequent phone calls, random fights, casual fucks, and crying […]Read More Mirage
Tonight I see a shadow of me against the wall. Actually half shadow. There’s no one at the terrace, just me, my breath, and dim phone light. I see the bats hovering over and empty roof tops. I always wonder what so important can people be doing inside their build up walls that they never […]Read More Breathing Skin Deep
From one sip to two, from neat to bottom’s up, from being in a mood to get into mood, how far can we excuse to drink it to death. Till the very last breath, will you still be holding a cigarette in your hand, and pour the rum down your neck. Shouting cheers and clashing […]Read More Half filled!
We are all flesh afterall… Some new, some old. Wearing layers of clothes Hiding, showing at one’s own note. Stretching, itching, bleeding, Covering, feeling, stinking. Some pinch, hurting. Sun’s heat burning, With every degree rise, sweating. With every drop, shivering. Can’t be at ease for all. Every action is acted upon. Every touch, felt close. […]Read More Flesh
Oh! The lush of wild in me Used to be so many trees, I’ll tell you about the counts Not one, nor two, there were hundreds around. And how the wind swirled in them. The old colonel always gave that grin. Swore he never felt the chill. But beneath that cloak of sheep’s skin […]Read More Into The Fades Of Dehra..
& a flip second of in-between
but can you brave to listen
what the silence has to say?
Some million years ago, we were,
the few that we were,
were all naked together.
And in a few decades from now…
when you find the silence deafening
and comfort in background noises
what fills your head?
I hear sounds,I observe silent sounds around,they are very comforting sometimes.Especially when the world is silent, asleep, and pitch dark.They assure the morning is on its wayBecause the birds are chirping.Even though you stare at the room in darkness.And it is 3:28 AM.It is comforting to have the night lull you to sleep as it […]Read More Filling Me Up With Abstract Thoughts