Morning

My memories about us are like shadows- dark.

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Poverty

I, the privileged one, With food to last two square meals in my stomach, Do not understand how, You can die of poverty. Go find yourself some work. Stop being the scum that is upto no good, Always tapping at out car windows, Asking for alms. Toil and labour, For the sky is the limit … Continue reading Poverty

Remember

Remember remember, the eleventh of september. Tell me the pictures on your mantlepieces, still remind you of your life before it, and that the air, lingers around with a sense of loss. Tell them you took those bloody bodies right across to your heart where they cannot find them, tell them that the ones who … Continue reading Remember

Fear I

I was standing at one of the windows, watching the parade that day from the third floor. Suddenly, amidst the noise, three explosions down the length of the road had me falling down on my knees and covering my ears. I looked up and saw people running, flesh strewn about the road and the some … Continue reading Fear I

My faith

Wow. Please go ahead an ban Shahrukh Khan, self proclaimed moralists. He spoke up and is that what actors aren't supposed to do? Oh wait, they're just meant to mind their own business. No one's bothering them. Why should they be getting vocal? Oh yeah. You forget, in your misplaced enthusiasm that these are people … Continue reading My faith

Books

When you start reading a great book, its contours start realigning themselves with your imagination. The spaces between the pause that jumps from one chapter to the next, they are filled with your essence. And no two people ever would imagine a book in the same way: using exact pastels and brush strokes. And that … Continue reading Books