I am so much more than just a broken heart. I’m the fire that urges you to make something out of your life. I’m the rage you feel when you see dishonesty. I’m the pain that stops you from breathing. I’m fire. I’m rage. I’m pain. I’m the passion that stirs yourContinue reading “I am.”
I have fallen into the habit of keeping a Google News tab open on my laptop every day, choosing to read the daily news update as I get to the mails for the day. This morning, however, turned out to be quite depressing! The top news trending on Google News was about the death of a HUMANContinue reading “To Be Or Not To Be Human.”
Some say the world is black and white. Some say the world is grey. Which is the truth? Which a perspective? Or is truth itself just a perspective? To him the world was white and black, The greys he’d announced as sins, To empathise with others he’d given up, Sympathies he wanted abound. HeContinue reading “Black and White.”
Kidnapper sent gifts for own child. Graciously Yours!
She masquerades an inner beauty, Afraid to show her true skin, The glaze of pious may bedazzle others, And they may brand her to be sinfully evil. … He masquerades an inner sensitiveness, Empathy and concern lie just beneath, But the world around tells him to man up, To blend in he treats everyone roughContinue reading “Masks.”
In continuation of the first part of the short story ‘Of Darker Alleys’. She started walking faster. She had to get to the house early to make use of all the time she could get. She wanted to get away from them. She was desperate. She reached the house. She could see the men standingContinue reading “Of Darker Alleys (Part 2)”
I’d seen her often. Sitting idly. By the side of the road. She had a mysterious aura. She wasn’t dressed poshly but neither was she a beggar. She never said a word. Her eyes spoke of her pain. The neighbours had advised me to stay away. No one told me why. No one seemedContinue reading “The Smouldering Eyes.”