The Premeditation: I am practically out of words. Everything that I can be saying was conjured up by this ‘leviathan’ of a poem. Leviathan – haha, the monstrous biblical sea creature, that has fallen to the pit of hell from heavens for rallying against The Almighty and supporting Satan, the rebel – is what I…
Tag: life
In the Quest of Light #1: A Promise Made to the Woman.
{Authors Note: The semi-epic journey I am going to elaborate through this series of journals is not a subject of debate of being a fact or fiction. This is a writer’s voice and I hope you’d enjoy these as they are, trying not to decode too much or trying not to deduce the facts from…
The School Journal #4 – The Drenching Rain of Love
. . . Cntd #3 “Saware aai jaiyo saware,Saware aai jaiyo sawareHo jamuna kinare mora gav, mora gavJamuna kinare mora gav, Mora gav, mora gavSaware aai jaiyo sawareSaware aai jaiyo saware Jamuna kinare meri unchi haveli, Jamuna kinare meri unchi haveliBraj ki hu main nar nawali, Braj ki hu main nar nawaliRadha rangili mero naam,…
The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas
There is a lot to say; there was so less. There is so much to think; there was nothing at all. There was a whole world to go; there is no place like home. Home. The more I think, the more vague it becomes. The more I try to remember, the more I forget, and…
Tangled Fingers of Two Craving Hearts: The Way to Hold Her Hand – A Short Story.
That was a shock to him. She was just standing before him, with a wide smile. She was glad to meet him, he too was. He was more glad than he can express. But he was not surprised; he was shocked. “What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice tense. Her expression changed, she…
The School Journal #3 – An Amalgamation of A Thousand Emotions.
. . . Cntd of #2 The Boring Intro: I don’t think there is an immediate need to write about everything that’s happening here just because I name this a journal. Its been a while I updated anything about The School thing. I’m the past few days, I’ve really been very very obsessed with the…
Cost of Wicky’s Mood Swing – A Short Story!
{The feature image is mine – Pixelated for fun!} So then, not like everyday, Wicky is driving his bike very carefully. He isn’t always cautious while he drives. No. He is very reckless. That’s what his friend Kiran often disapproves. Kiran doesn’t like Wicky driving recklessly, but Wicky doesn’t care. Kiran too isn’t worrying about…
To Be With My Love – The Song of a Weird “IMPERFECT” Emotional-Self!
Hm, My Love, I can’t kill myself. Please. Can’t you just come closer and save me? Save me from being the murderer and the killed at once? Closer. A bit closer. A bit more closer. A bit more, please? Can’t you just merge into me and make me feel I am complete? Imperfection. Imperfection. Imperfection….
That Poor Little B*TCH – A Short Story
People always tend to tell others what’s right and what’s not. I don’t know on which basis they do that. I’m fucking forty years old and I still don’t understand how things tend to get segregated into good and bad. Even sucking smelly things is a really good thing for people and how can something…
The Mascara Eyes – Dark Moons in an Eclipsed, Sun-Lit Sky!
The Killing Passion: The craving for the sight of a pair of eyes is both fascinating and highly confusing. The passion to dive in them, to dwell in those is a labyrinth which no man can completely comprehend. What is it? How does it feel? I cannot express; I am not blessed with the divine…
