As much as it may be, it’s not just the dreamy peace. It’s not just the clarity of mind and meditation wonders that words fail to describe. My eyes fall for the shady yet bright beams that fall from the sky. I have seen this way too many times, but this intense nature, best defined […]
I frown at the door that is at the end of the white wall hallway. It’s closed. Closed doors make me uneasy. Mostly the unfamiliar ones. You never know what lurks behind them. But I know what’s behind this door. A doctor. A man. Someone who thinks he can help me. I shouldn’t feel tense.
The policy of ‘Who is Who?’ Is a certain criterion of identity used to rank people to a certain category of hierarchy. Power, money, wealth and fame are considered at these levels. Such enjoy the best privileges, services, and are treated with utmost care. They are pardoned from any harsh rulings made against them. They
What’s the price? The price to make it in life. The price to live up to society’s expectations? Youthful desires pulling me down, “I’ll change when I grow up”, pillar to my actions, What’s the price to make it in life? What’s the price? What’s the price? The price to make it in the system?
A method of payment used by women. Should we complain about it, or should we accept that it is due to our own doing? It all started by being a prostitute in the streets, with an aim of getting paid by getting laid with a man. Women time and again, have been depreciated. They are
It is the busiest street ever at dusk, at the end of a tiresome week. Big motors end up following a convoy as they share a common destination. The sidewalk serves as an option as several footsteps are overheard. Men in suits, others in casual and ladies in their minis. All professions lower their pride
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Take me, Take me to my first ten, Take me to when the child got a name, Take me to my first word then, Take me to when the child sat straight, Take me to my first child’s play, Take me to when I saw your face. Take me, Take me to my second ten,
Looking at him as he puffs his sportsman cigarette on the patio as he watches the sunset makes me appreciate what he does. On his other hand, he has half a glass of Keg, his favorite. After a long tedious day of hustling in the city, he rewards himself with a well-deserved rest and a
One free walk in the street turns into a depressing and vivid night. Key dependence becomes a fast fear, the one he is called to trust becomes another reason for bitter tears. All just because his hairstyle portrays the habits of a thug. Discipline will turn to torture as his follicles are torn apart in
There’s freedom in the wind. I feel its power, its carefree energy. It drowns out every noise letting me know that at the moment, there’s nothing to fear. Ashes. The cleanest form of human existence. Free of sin, despair, misery. Most memories fade like cheap plated gold. Insignificant, irrelevant, inconsequential. But other memories? The expensive
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