#sighs
Relationship. Conversations. Sighs. Damn! I should have taken those yoga classes on breath control.
The Breeze
As she saw the sun setting, she hoped for the breeze to flow back. It had already been more than a year that beauty in its most pristine form had touched her soul without permission whatsoever. Back then, she had not realized that such a chance encounter would lift the mist of sadness off her
Word Limit
Did I just kill your thoughts? Did I crush you under the weight of my autocratic and strangulating dictum? But you see overindulgence with one’s thoughts is artistic carouse. Curiosity Restraint Anxiety Overbearance In search of predating over the unruly and disorderly set of educated and cultivated human beings engaged in supposedly the liveliest and
Confessions of a Diary
Dedicated to the one who is my diary, For when with you, I don’t require one to write. Confessions of a Diary Broken heart, bundle of indecisive actions, promulgation of stuttering letters, sporadic fits, sabotaged desires. I have seen it all. It is as if I live with this sense of impending anxiety, the catastrophe
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My Dream
Situated in a wild desert At the very centre of the universe Is a never never land Where water flows secretively And keeps the sand cool from beneath Where life flourishes below the surface of earth The thirsty traveler finds it amazing As water travels from the plantar upwards And satiates the thirst. The upside
Those times this time
That magic tumbler which converted crushed ice into sparkling ice candies That swift moving wheel which made sugar crystals into fluffy floss Those jubilations which announced power cuts and extended outdoor time Those aspirations to let the head touch the chime Those late evening trips to the stationary shop to buy glue and stars Those
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Because…
Likened to the sin of unconditional love, to the monotony of excruciating silence to the inability to evolve past people events, is the umbilical conduit vacuumed. Outgrowth restricted Priorities redefined Redesigned The quintessential discord The numbing of self The happy breathing in dreams The insomniac braveo-phobia The sound of quiet peace because not everything has
Not anymore…
These lanes are not those. This moment isn’t comparable to those. I was young then.. i see it now. What if those times come back? Would anything change in the course of life? Would the present as it is today exist then? Would i be able to foresee and not let things happen the way
Destination
Waiting at the metro station for the last metro to arrive, Shanta looks at her watch. 11:30 p.m. suddenly took her back to an incident buried deep within the folds of time. An incident that changed her life forever. Ten years ago, she had reached home late from office. It was her success party. She
(In)significant
As she caught sight of her mother’s old dupatta in the junk box, childhood peeped in through flashes of eroded memories. A faint reminiscence of the cradle covered with the beautiful red to save her from mosquitoes probably. She, standing next to her mother pretending to pray while the dupatta flew over her face and