They emerge from shadowed alleys of ambition, cloaked in charm and stitched with silence. Their pasts are inked in midnight—untraceable, unspoken—but their voices gleam like polished silver. They speak of galaxies, of futures spun in gold thread, of destinies that shimmer just beyond reach. With practised grace, they lift the sun and cradle it like … Continue reading Fraudsters
I was touched by a Facebook post today, and I've used the screenshot as the cover image here. The simple things— a comfort zone we carve from the chaos. We trim, reshape, and restructure the moments that once jolted us with their rawness. What feels gentle now was once seismic— life-altering, when it first arrived … Continue reading Simplicity of Roots
The ocean’s roar beckons, yet the silence of cliffs holds sway—a wistful yearning tears through me. Waves remember the story of shores long gone, their whispers haunting the eroded sands. My heart lingers on fragile memories, each step sinking into what I cannot preserve, a vulnerability that resonates with the fragility of life. The stoic … Continue reading Fragility Haunts
I’m curious. Why should anyone disguise a well-designed glittery exterior with silken strands of hair? Is there a lack of conceptual clarity on what a greater epitomisation of beauty is? A bulb glows, which helps me dive beneath the glitter. Do I see a conflict of values? I think she is unsure of what she … Continue reading Enigmatic Beauty
It looks defiant on the mantel below the TV screenupright even when uncouth speakers pour venomon an ideology the author stands byIt refuses to bow or soften its stance.The reader smiles; that’s the advantage of a hard copyIt cannot be modified or deletedNobody can over-write facts to make them fictionNot even the hardcore fascists it … Continue reading Ode to the book on the mantelpiece
I walk fast on a path I don’t want to be on, but time moves slow. I know a certain distance is to be covered, till I reach somewhere … somewhere I want to be, or somewhere different from this place. I can accelerate movement with a faster vehicle, or taking a shortcut. I’ve reached … Continue reading Hostage
It takes a while to learn that being different is not being inadequate. Though the whole world conspires to tell you that. Going by the norm, they are each inadequate in their own way, when they don’t measure up to my expectations. But somehow, fingers always point outward. mirrors designed andplaced in appropriate lightreflect what … Continue reading Going back
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