Category: creative writing

Thank you so so much!!

6 months ago, I remember writing this post for the milestone of 500 followers. Trust me, I was definitely at cloud nine and that’s where my obsession with the follower count subsided. I had no idea, that I’d be reaching the next milestone so early. For me, it’s not just a follower count, but this blog and the blogging community means much more than … Read More Thank you so so much!!

Ghosts…

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Yeah… They live in my closet, And yours too, Don’t they?   There are nights, when I wake up, Lying in this pool of sweat, Or… is that blood? I never chose to know…   Those eerie nights, I hear then growl, Or… is that, their kind of a scream? I never chose to know..   They must stare … Read More Ghosts…

Folly…

Deep… Deep down in my heart; Buried in my soul; Are the truths to my lies…   Lies… Those lies which I hurl; Hurl at the world, When folks try to sneak in, Through my lamenting eyes; Seeking the way to my vulnerable heart…   Vulnerabilities… They are an enigma, aren’t they?   In this world, we conspire… Force people to bare their fragility; … Read More Folly…

Masquerade

Studded with gems, crafted with gold. A lustre so bright… the moon held an intent to conspire the world against it. A smile so kind… the ink stopped bleeding praises for a mother’s heart. Eyes so deep… no man could quieten his curiosity to explore the mystic realm behind. No sculptor’s hands would have dreamt of carving a nose so sharp. The brow screamed … Read More Masquerade

That book…

That rugged and withered wooden door…it stood in front of me as it greeted my somber mask… A mask, my soul wore with pride. My hand reached out for the door knob and rested at it for a while. I stared at my hand….with eyes hollow enough to engulf the world around me. Paying my due respects to the time I wasted for this … Read More That book…

The sinners…

The thunder is the sinner… It sins to defy the clouds. It roars for the agony, yells curses at the gloom. And oh! How the world gasps at the sight of that war! Those tiny drops of water… the ones to abandon the magnificence of the heavens… the ones to fall on the loathed and barren fields. They will be cursed for their compassion! … Read More The sinners…

The battle…

It was a dark and lonely night. The sky would have been a vision to behold with all the lovely stars, and a bright full moon…. if…. only if, it wasn’t bequeathed with an awning of heavy storm-ridden clouds. The air was taught… It prophesied a demonic storm. There I was, beside the lake… kneeling down. My arm bled…body covered in scars and bruises. … Read More The battle…

Beauty…

These roads, they have never known peace. “Quiet and calm”, no poet dares to gift these words to his lover. Yes…his lover…the fuel to his art… Life. My feet have sores, I walked barefoot for years…but I won’t dare to caress them…for…my rendezvous with this pilgrimage hasn’t borne any fruit yet. Every lonely night, I stare at the stars and think. Aren’t we all … Read More Beauty…

Lifeless….

I was lying there. Still. Lifeless. Numb….yet breathing. With a body, curled up…. curled up like a fetus, waiting for light to dawn upon her untouched body. But….with a body, cold…. cold as a dead and stale corpse, waiting for the ferocious hungry beasts to take away what death left behind. With eyes, wide and open…. wide and open as they tried to make … Read More Lifeless….

That fire…

When I walked through…. Fallacy… The heat of these dancing flames… it feels like a taunt at my crimson wounds. The sly scarlet mocks my fears…as I stand here, in front of this great wall of fire. These flames…they rejoice their might, they celebrate their terror. They laugh when they prosecute the innocent, they frown when the kids smile. They take pride in their … Read More That fire…

Update

Hello Everyone! It has been quite some time since I last posted on my blog and I am also mindful of the fact that the response to your comments has also been really delayed! With this post, I  wanted to put this into perspective that the delay and the absence is not, in any way, an indicative of any kind of insincerity towards all … Read More Update

Hearts to console…

Fallacy… When I walked through…. I pushed the door aside and rested my foot on the ground, in hopes of finding fresh and young grass, waiting for me, excited to tingle the sole of my feet! I pushed the door aside and took a deep breath, in hopes of finding a sweet and flowery scent, waiting for me, excited to warm my heart! I … Read More Hearts to console…