"When you sleep do you see an angel in dying lights?Or can you see someone standing outside trying to set you alight?"- In Bad Dreams, Crippled Black Phoenix Life that we know of this world seems to exist as a continuum for most of us. Stars line the skies and the waves crash on the... Continue Reading →
Unsung Songs
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 →
Ramble and Fumble 4: Poetry
So, today my niece told me that she writes poetry. She even narrated me three poems straight from memory. Surprised by no little means, remembering the poems I write by word is a feat that I have never managed to achieve. I do admit that I have written complex poems and simple, but for her... Continue Reading →
Metalhead Diaries Part 1
"Fear of the dark.. fear of the dark.." The guy across me in the metro softly crooned to the Iron Maiden epic playing on his earphones, completely unwary of his surroundings. He cared none for the fact that his face was contorted into one that resembled Anu Malik trying to sing a melody. He was... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 