The only thing I gave her was my arrogant behavior. Many a times we do this to our mother, knowingly or unknowingly as it had always been in my case.
Through the eyes of a Son
For, afterall I was a son. HIS son. And not the ‘son of the terrorist.’ And yes, he was who he was. But he was a loving father. MY loving father.
Grey Wisteria
The enchanting thing about falling asleep was that I could live in the happiness I did not possess. It had always been so. That I lived a life in the parallel world.
A Siren’s Song
I gasped as I watched the mermaid cry out; her singing so heart wrenching and horrifyingly sad you could cry as tears ran down her face. I watched as she sat on a rock and held the man
The Old Oak Tree
Walk away. Don’t read this; it’s far too horrible to bear. Head my warning, reader, this tale of my worthless life is but a small yet melancholy grain of sand on the beach that is the universe.
The Accident
Everyone was running out towards the road. Two mangled cars were setting off smoke and shrieked onlookers were too stunned to do anything.
A True Fear
Today’s youth are fearless & daring, they are ready to do anything.However,sometimes they don’t care about their lives. Read Hindi poem on young society
Six Years Woven
Editor’s Choice: The water must not touch the jacket. For then, it would release him. It would set him free of the madness of his love. The water must not touch the jacket.
Darkness Within
The loss is dragging me into the gloomy mires of sadness. I can feel the hole inside me where my love had made its home. But, try as I might, I can not stem the flow of time
Dearest Estelle
In my living room, hanging right on the centre wall is a painting of a black woman clinging to a bible. The woman is beautiful, dressed in a silk cream-colored short sleeved suit.
