A Space for Reflections and Musings
No movement on the streets, none in the mind,bored exhalations and sweaty palms with no work,production lines of every day's metrics wallowingwith bodies of beehive workers collapsed in distances,not a sight nor a sign nor a sound nor a shuffle, all just restwaiting for some respite in the sweltering summer heat. Lull in the halls... Continue Reading →
Wind-swept by the lighthouse, black shapes Unsheathed in the pellets of rain, jaded hearts Undaunted by the sea’s inclemency; their embrace Opened up to the turquoise inquisition, lashing Claws at eternity’s rocks, breaking shards a sign Of pent-up resentment; bitterness echoing To the thunder above and underneath a leaden sky Rain sympathized with a fervor... Continue Reading →
The ball of yarn falls from the chair onto the floor and bounces off the floor gathering momentum from the impact. It rolls unperturbed towards the door and slips out. A thread gets caught on a splinter peeking from the doorway and the quintessential story begins. The ball of yarn keeps rolling down the stairs,... Continue Reading →
You see a beggar as you swing your attaché to and fro, a Marlboro in the other hand and thinking about your wife. The beggar extends his hands to you, not expecting a coin from you but a jeer; an insult to his whole being, his existence and his whole life. It’s not once a... Continue Reading →
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