Apologies and such.
How many 'I am fine' rolled between your tongue despite the heaviness you feel in your chest?
My Blue Paradise
I live in Mumbai now, and it doesn’t have too many terraces. A window view of the moon is rather rare, and the sky is never that clear.
Dream Diary III
I started writing ‘Dream Diary’ when I was about 16. One day I started jotting them down, for the fear I might forget them, even though
A slow collapse
Is there a fury in the bleakness of the after-death, a separation beyond anxiety, a hopelessness beyond the last farewell?
Dream Diary I
And suddenly, I was falling through the clouds, through the rays of that blinding sunlight. It was a while...
Dream Diary II
I fell out of reality and into my dream only to wake up under a kaleidoscopic glass ceiling that somehow reminded me of your eyes...
A muse of tragedy - Part 1
Every sad faced clown, every overblown ‘everyone dies in the end’ play, every awful pop song about heartbreak. I’m the one behind all that..
I will wait for better times on the other side and find myself drawn to your gravity, once again, but time...
I am always tired
All that awaits me now, is death and her kiss, like slivers of moonlight on my shoulders and hopes that this night slips away without us...
It was difficult to get up today.
Ask me how many hours I slept. I wouldn’t be able to answer. 2 ? 14? 8! That’s the right number, isn’t it? It’s hard to tell anymore. It...
Moving past old hauntings
The haunts, all vacant; old reveries of memories held dearly no more; they persist, and like nails, they pierce through the skull like...
Paranoia hits us all
The past is bittersweet and the future seems so terribly grim. The light that’s inside us, has gone so desperately dim.