Sweet Bitter Forgetfulness

Sweet Bitter Forgetfulness “Won’t you be home for dinner?” She asked“Nope, I have a party tonight,” he said and disconnected

Sunday Photo Fiction – The end

He called out for her for, for his morning tea. She was neither to be seen nor be heard. But

Sunday photo fiction – Part 3

It seemed to be one of the longest and scariest nights to her. The heavy rains had engulfed the town by now.

The most important question in life

The cool pleasant silence of the house seeped into every cell of her being. This was her, ‘me time’, the

Sunday Photo Fiction – Part 2

One by one, events surfaced as she struggled to recollect. “Terrace organic gardening!?” He had questioned her before breaking into

Sunday Photo Fiction – Bicycles

She raised herself up, holding the railings. The downpour continued from the dark sky. But something amiss! She looked around.

Do you Ever Exist?

Do you ever exist? The silent screamsThe shackled freedomThe ignored passionFairly counting on every happeningThe soul has trodden paths. Fulfilling


Emotions… EmotionsLeashedTrappedShackledBoundWaiting To be freed. OutragingOverwhelmingScreamingExhibitedPruned to be limited. Leave us withRegretsComplaintsEmbarrassmentsAnd fulfillment. But when demarcations blurHystericPsychicConfusedCluelessKeeps us groundedReminds, life

He, She and We

He, She and We Finally, I cleared my loan, he saidIs it, she questioned firstAnd then came an appreciation, that’s

Unconditional and Selfless

Unconditional and Selfless At first, there was a debateObjections, from her and him as wellWorking out ways, dishing out ideasThey