Dying Star

The dying star bled dismally as we floated around it. If one were to trace our path , the lines … More

Damage Control

the question of reputation in the social, such that every move assumes measure, in terms of what is revealed… entry … More

Gathering a poem that spurt out with a gentle strumming of nylon strings, I find myself, leaning against the wall, … More

I have been disciplining my fingers for the longest time to suit your methods. My fingers have been following the … More

I saw a thinking man ciphering the shiver of his thoughtless hands as he walked to here from nowhere … More

two leaves… only two leaves… two leaves! More than two leaves… three leaves… not that many leaves… less than four … More

why have you been hiding your hands behind your face, my friend… your eyes are beautiful, but it is your … More

It was a strange day, I remember… water dripping upwards… no one seemed to notice it though, only me… … More

I caught him looking at me when I opened my eyes, grandpa. I had been aware, that he was looking … More

There is a belief hereabouts, that the worst of the lot should be tossed out of the window, with no … More