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If I could hear you laugh just one more time before I left, I would keep warm on cold nights. I wonder where you are and what’s passing through your mind right at this moment. I’m wrapping up my small world that had almost begun to revolve around you and packing up to leave. This place was never meant for me, I know now.

I belong nowhere. Why on earth do I keep forgetting it? Your place is here. This is where you belong. Because it brings you pleasure. The smile (more…)

You’ve never been to a temple. Your parents couldn’t ever drag you to one. You go with friends, but always sit outside. You never folded ur hands in front of an idol, never bowed your head in humility. But today you find yourself awkwardly climbing the steps to this old temple on the cliff.
You are not sure if you want to do this. But today (more…)

The shining moondrops dance around your lips, as the winds start fiddling with you hair. You stretch a little and hold on closer to him. And he speeds into the silent night. He is warm and you feel him seeping into you. The road is slick with the recent rains. And it’s getting colder. But he is warm. You are warm. And comfortable.

The trees wave at you as you (more…)

Life whirls… past you. And you stand by, bracing yourself, looking it go past.

Where are you? It is unfamiliar turf. You do not belong. Yet you want to stay. Reason says you need to run as fast as you can and get the hell out. But this small voice in your (more…)

I haven’t written for so long now that I’m almost afraid that the keys wont punch under my fingers and that they would suddenly have a mind of their own and write things that I didn’t intend in the first place. But comprehension, I believe, has never been a problem.

When something burns, a cloud of smoke lifts up to find its redemption amongst the blues of the sky. The things on fire keep turning to ash, sending more and more smoke to its redemption.
When everything settles down, there are still tiny embers hidden in the ashes, striving for their existance. Reminds me of some verse that I (more…)

My trysts with the pigeons have become a daily routine. I have started ignoring them. Their stray feathers and droppings don’t bother me. At least the ant infestation is fixed. There are times when I feel I could do with a man around the house.

I hate fixing up things. Its not my thing. I hate having to stand on a stool to hang things. He wouldn’t have had to. I hate driving up alone (more…)

Its no use. He had once told me. I was puzzled then. I was in awe. Of him. It does not matter. I remember his words today and feel ashamed. I live in the present and yet run to the past at every opportunity. He remains, in a corner of my heart. A crooked line along all those concentric circles. I lean on him when I’m too tired. I fiddle with his golf ball. It has faint ink marks on it. A name. Scribbled. With love.

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All I had to give him, I have already given. But he wants more. Definately more.

He says he just can’t handle the spasmic silences. You know, the stances where he becomes hysterical with his desires and I become numb with solitude.

Whoever said that opposites attract? Sure sparks do fly when they collide. But what about the sparks? What about them? Where do they go? (more…)

I see the huge hoarding of a semi naked woman glaring from behind messy locks of golden hair. It screams out. “Are you in the loop?”

The loop, I laugh out aloud. Momentarily losing sight of the road. It’s wickedly funny that she’d ask me that. I spent all my life (though 21 years is not all that much) running around in circles. Wanting things. Waiting for them (more…)

of what consequence is a deranged mind? when placed against the background of madness, things appear eerily clear. all ambiguity clears itself out like the new and unimproved xp trash can. (more…)

..and what of people? There is always the need for external stimulus. It runs parallel to all forms of introspection. If there were only one man on earth, he wouldn’t have to read a book to understand the universe. He’d know. (more…)

Bit by bit it all fades. All the kindness that you ever showed. All that you ever recieved. Regret… Thats a word you are unfamiliar with.
It’s morning outside. You want to step out and breathe the fresh air. It’s been a long and tiring night. The morning beckons. Life beckons. But you feel uninvited. Like a stranger amongst people who know each other. You take one foot out. (more…)

“Bless me Lord, for i have sinned”
He kneels down at the altar after his confession. When through, he walks out, feeling jolly and pleased. On his way, he picks up a dozen long stemmed red roses for his mistress.
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Look up at the sky. There it is. What? Nothing.
Nothing. You were so afraid of that. Nothing. What nothing? Nothing.

Home after a lifetime. Nothing.

Where is it all gone? People asking you, what has happened. Nothing.

Do you need something? Nothing (more…)

in the middle of the road
a sleep-walker
wake up to reality
she is dead
life is difficult
there is no prose
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