Archive for the F.K. category

November 18th, 2005

Bicycle

Posted in F.K., Short stories by Kunal Goel

Drizzling just might not be the word I’m looking for but someone was crying somewhere and I wondered why above my head. The bus came and just as daily it stopped five to six meters before the bus stop. Everybody, just as daily, ran five to six meters towards it most of whom had just come from that direction including me. Of course, I had tried once to stop and stand at the bus’s bus stop but I should’ve known it would be of no use.
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October 8th, 2005

Present To Past

Posted in F.K., Short stories by Kunal Goel

I entered my school bus. Ohh no! The right side is all occupied. I begged everybody to lemme sit there but no one agreed. Today I won’t be able to get a glimpse of him. If only he was in my school or in my bus. My lord, why do I get to see him only on his bus stop so far from my house. It’s here, his bus stop. Oh, fuck. I rushed over to the other side to get a glimpse but slipped and down I was falling in slow motion……..
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July 21st, 2005

Lost For Ages Lost In Pages

Posted in F.K., Poems by Kunal Goel

i lost my voice in some words
i lost my mind in some lines
i lost my soul in some pages
i lost myself in a book
i lost a book, a book of time
a book of life
n now i realize that the book was mine

-By F.K.

March 11th, 2005

My Spring Lover When Do You Come?

Posted in F.K., Poems by Kunal Goel

My spring lover when do you come?
Since red autumn I’ve missed you
I want to feel the blue-green sea
The blue but greener sea in you

But send, my love, some love to love
With love would you send me some love?
If yes, then pick the leaf that has
The prettiest, fragnant rose above
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