The blues of pink.

Pink is the colour, so mild and dewed Attracts his eyes and keeps him glued. Earrings that dangle and dance with ringlets Pearls and diamonds and shiny trinkets. The wave in pace and sway of hands The idea of women’s wear, styles, and brands. The red flush lips and mascara eyes For a man, he…

Are we sane in all our sanity?

  They say a ship never sinks with the water around it, it’s the water that gets into it, that causes it to sink. True!!!!! More philosophical than practical. We all know that no ship was ever designed to sink. It was made to gloriously sail to beautiful destinations. It’s the rough seas, hidden icebergs,…

The last note that changed everything.

  Who am I? What am I?  What am I holding on to?  Nothing is substantial.   Nothing is of any significance,   It’s all an illusion a dream that drowns me deeper and deeper into pain.    Suffocation is what you are left with once you realize its futility and I have burnt out pretty soon,…

Lucid Reminiscence.

I wanted to burn my memories  that hunted me night and day. So I collected them all from my past And carried them down the way. They cried for me to stop and think before I act. They pleaded and reasoned enormously but I refused to consider their impact. Placing them all in a heap…

Jelly on a plate.

What happens when you get too used to the life you live? Either you soak yourself completely into it without questioning its quality in order to die contented with a grateful heart Or there is a pretty good chance that all of a sudden you are gonna wake up and hate everything about it…. And…

Refuse if you must.

When evil triumphs and faith dwindles to the scums of despair  and hopelessness.  When every narcissist seems blessed with enablers that thrive at the cost of your kindness. When you can’t believe  what your eyes show you and hearing is strained for no fault of your ears. When your flesh is tired and your soul…

His SHE

Part – 2 It’s kind of strange how no one in the office is grumbling or even mentioning her name. How come they are leaving the golden chance to criticise Zelda? How come they are breaking their own ritual of targeting for once? This is very unlike of them, my gut feelings warned me. They…

His SHE.

Varied thoughts were flooding her mind, she felt her heart beating much, much slower than the usual, slow enough to reduce the suction of her lungs to deep meaningful breaths of pure determination. Her eyes refusing to coordinate with her brain, developed blurred images, that flashed on the walls of her cortex returning back unrecognised….