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Glass boxes don’t sing lore to the warriors of freedom when the skies fall and the waters rise. But, skies don’t fall and waters don’t rise in vain; they sob in vile. There are a number of things that may conjure disdain into this world, but no other blade yearns to be struck with thunder as much as the one sitting on the hilt … Read More You will heal…
Our history has known cages; Of all kinds and characters. The one with bars of gold And the others with floors of dirt. The ones which held the innocent And the others which freed the ghouls. But not very often, When you walk through the pages Of your own history, You land up Imprisoned. Imprisoned behind the walls of Some doomed silvered glasses. Imprisoned … Read More Cages…
Often, in life, you spend your lazy Sunday afternoons staring at the ceiling and missing… Someone. Something. Everything. These are the times when you can’t help but fall down an abyss of old and dusted picture albums. The pages turn so fast that this show seems like an unending retro movie titled, “All the times you failed to live a smile”. Scenes are hazy, … Read More i have felt alone.
Your song is a choir of rushed strokes of black hollow paint on a white anxious canvas dangling free. Free. From a lone nail on a brick wall standing old behind the house of your dreams. You bury the dead behind it. They rise up as demons on starry nights and throw an embrace around your weary tense bruised neck. You love them. They … Read More pause.
You know, our world has lost its music to the broken records of numb melancholy! Our hearts look like abandoned graves with dead corpses of beautiful love stories buried underneath. Those despised gravestones glow at night, and one of them grows a tiny pink flower every time it rains! Do you know how much it pains to be the only ray of life in … Read More To the one who broke my broken heart again,
We live in a lost world. We are wanderers, miserable vagabonds! We feed on anger and breathe out fires, then cry at the sight of burnt cities and homeless hearts. We gulp tears and our eyes bleed, then we frown at the sight of spilled gore. We smoke ashes, bathe in swamps, wear mere shreds of envy and then flaunt our prides. Such is … Read More Dear ‘home’
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…
Click here to read chapter-1. Stella stood in front of the door; her hand was resting on the doorknob and her eyes were closed…not to hide the gloom that ruled her heart for the past seven years…but to feel the warmth of the sun that had just dawned on the sky of her life. “Are you sure?” asked Alex as Stella signed the cheque. … Read More When I walked through….(Chapter-10)
Click here to read chapter-10. Alex slowly opened his eyes as he woke up from a long night’s sleep. His head was slightly hurting and he felt a little dizzy because of the influence of all the medicines. It took a while before he completely gained his consciousness. He looked around in hopes of finding Stella in his room, but she wasn’t there. “Must … Read More When I walked through….(Chapter-9)
Click here to read chapter-9. Stella gasped! She was terrified! Standing in front of the window, pressing her hands against it, she could not believe that she was about to meet her parents. She could not believe that after whatever she did, her parents would still want to meet her! It felt as if, at that moment Stella lost all her ability to think … Read More When I walked through….(Chapter-8)
Click here to read chapter-8 Stella was standing in front of the door of her house. She clutched her bag in her arms. Her heart was scared, scared of the storm ahead! She looked at the doorknob, the sole hindrance between her and her parents, the last wall between her and her dreams; or the last thread holding her family together. She took a … Read More When I walked through….(Chapter-7)
When I walked through…. I stood there…in the middle of a ring…the ring of fire! Which fire? The fire of my Ego! It was encircling me, dancing with utmost elegance, celebrating my loneliness. Its flames were the bars of this prison, blinding me to the beauty of the world around, but ….teasing me with a glimpse every now and then. In this cage, I … Read More Across the Fire….