A Writer’s Mind.

We writers enjoy writing, right? For those of us who don’t, there is just one thumb rule. In order not to kill our readers with our writing, we must ‘Enjoy what we do or Do what we enjoy.’ there is no other way. Luckily, by and large, we writers so very love penning down and…

Care for what matters.

The crux of all hurt in life is not what people, situations or some may say fate does to us, it’s not even the helplessness of being on the lower rung of life that makes us vulnerable. Rather it’s the confusion we breed on what we want and the rush to realize those fragmental cloudy…

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…

The gallows of silence.

How does it feel to be brutally shut up each time you try to reach out in desperate need? How does it feel not to even be heard, leave alone the risk of public humiliation or the fear of not getting justice? We all want our opinions to be validated. At some moment in life…

The crack in the Iceberg – Part 2

The next morning Gilgamesh was up before the sun could rise, he packed his backpack and waited at the end of the road for a bus that would take him to the foothill region of Pontic Alps in southern Anatolia, Turkey. The local Turkish and Pontic Greek called it the Parhar Mountains meaning high or…

The Or in the Ordinary.

I woke up feeling a bit on edge for no genuine reason I can think of and like topping on a cake, to make things better it got fueled further by a garment being placed in my hands along with the needle and thread box to mend a small tear caused by some sharp object….

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,…

Still in Love.

How does it feel to desperately wait for something that takes a lifetime to arrive and when it eventually comes you find that you don’t want it anymore.  Something that meant the world to you is now not even worth a second thought. I chased after the idea of love like some crazy fool being…

The cottage in Lovedale – 2

A bit anxious and irritable at this moment was natural for an enochlophobic like me. I sunk into my easy chair, towards the end of the hall, after Abigale, stopped me from escaping to my room upstairs. Abigale was a matured young woman of twenty-six now and she knew very well how to convince her…