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Drowning 16 Dec 2012 | 09:35 pm
Castles and dreams are a lot alike. They have unwanted air of decorations, You build brick by brick, red faced, for years; one day, they wake up to reality. Love is a what-if. Try your blood and wate...
Untitled 31 Oct 2012 | 09:23 pm
Boutique words on white page, Invited or strangers Noisy or chimed, Ruffled or rhymed, (of) novels they are - trespassing, travelling, trolling. Poems are virgins, men. Useless in its property, read ...
Untitled 2 Sep 2012 | 01:27 pm
On one of those days when the clear sky brings about a lot of storm, I sit down writing for my own rebirth. Lovers die every day, on every inch that remains between an embrace, on every moment that re...
So it Rains... 12 Jul 2012 | 10:19 pm
Getting up early on a cloudy morning, knowing that the feeble light that enters your room had divorced the boring, punctual time long back, is agonizing. It brings about waves of feelings rushing unto...
Immaterial 26 May 2012 | 04:03 am
Snowflakes are patient. They fall obliging to but not submitting to the gravity. Like autumn leaves, they are wise. Their purposes are served once they rest. Hundreds and thousands of them lie down on...
Apolitical 29 Apr 2012 | 05:15 pm
It is not so much for the inglorious past than the uninhabited future. Curious a child looks at the West every evening and wonders if the Sun will rise at all. On a chalked territory where the name s...
Road to sweetnothings 24 Mar 2012 | 05:20 pm
I want to build a dream. A dream where you smile. Moon and the sea can wait, so may the flowers. There are snowflakes of sweet-littles, a cyclone of swings, Crests and troughs many and colors all in...
Timely 29 Jan 2012 | 08:17 am
Holding a pen after a long time, when your hand shakes and fingers betray to keep a symmetry of similar letters, is a pleasure. You feel like coming back home from a far-away place and finding that ol...
Homecoming 29 Jan 2012 | 08:15 am
Transition is not a phase but a wise regulation. It is what we hate and the same we love. Likewise, our life. We revolve - around a few people, a few objects and a few thoughts. They are not moon to u...
Inadequate 8 Dec 2011 | 11:59 pm
Trees lean against the wind, brunches clasping, they wait like mothers. There is no taking in chlorophylls.They are givers. So is the sea that goes blue till your eyes meet and then a shade of green. ...
