Human vulnerabilties play see-saw with the sunset.
Synaesthesia
Making do with pixels of clarity
Will we ever know sufficiently?
Meesha – a lockdown that never ends: short film review
Is the play area a naturally gender free space?
Untitled
Never write a poem to undo the mistakes of an obsolete older one.It would be like using hate as the antidote to love,And it never can be.
Pin code to that unknown place
In this town, romantic love worked like a game of Pass-the-parcel; everyone was so full of love but could not claim ownership to it fully.
Train of thoughts
Your gaze is caught in the swirling waters, unaware of the stronger undercurrents
To be honest,
But all I have got right now is the echo of my own voice inside the tunnel and those of people reaching out, from their respective tunnels.
Word revival
They handcuffed the word Yester night, with the charge of being archaic. It is sin, to leave such a word of beauty, to rot in the past. I shall bail the word out, for yester night makes all the sense in the world. I can hear the word melt in my mouth. Yester night, I... Continue Reading →
Kindness is an intangible Rainbow
It becomes easier to trust moments if you have written them down; saving all the intangible moments in a web of forever.
Mustarding up courage
I kept thinking about the possibility; of hibernating, nice and balled up comfortably inside the black coat and yellow layers of a mustard seed.This was the new plan.
Reaching into the mirror
"When in doubt, just sit down even if it is the footpath."
Candlewax prose
Eulogies are not to be written for these discarded thoughts...
Memories make life! 