Continued from… His hand beneath her head, he sat beside her carefully, trying not to jerk her awake. The street was cold, almost wet. He took off his jacket and placed it on the ground. He awkwardly shuffled on to it. He checked his watch. Another 20 minutes to full light. What am I doingContinue reading “Saving Grace. Part 2.”
“What are we doing?” she asked, her voice slurred, barely audible in the wooden corridors of the pub’s exit. Her stilettos sounded as she took each step, holding on to his arms, his jacket warm and fuzzy. Her skirt kept riding up with every step she took but she no longer cared. She was tooContinue reading “Saving Grace. Part 1.”
Graciously Yours! P.S. : Because on some days even words fail to express!
All the while as she waited, no sign of respite, the clock ticking by ceaselessly, breathing seemingly harder. Her optimism was gradually fading, the smile turning to nervous twitches, the feet tapping rhythmically to the gush of the wind and roar of the seas. The night was falling darker than before, the moonless sky notContinue reading “At the break of dawn.”
While the Sun marked the end of its journey for the day, colours vermillion, saffron, magenta and plum painted the skies turn by turn until the deep blues and blacks took over. Such untarnished beauty did not for once in my life pleasure me. I had lived multiple lives till I met you. I was whatContinue reading “The Web That Killed.”
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.”
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.”
She strode Past the onlookers The staring eyes The pointed fingers. She strode On the path less strewn On the road less traversed On the course which was harder. She climbed the ledge Shushed all the whispersContinue reading “Away she flew.”