Even in my melancholy, we are one.
We’ve run out of love.
This night, Spreading like a cat on its claws, Arches down the driveway, Knocking air out of people; Like smoke that freezes against glass windows, For you to slide your fingers across it, And give me a sign. And I will stumble out with staggering steps, Straight into you. Take me somewhere, Where I cannot…… Continue reading The Night
‘Will the pendant be ready by the 3rd?’ Mr. Sen, the jeweller nodded in affirmative and handed her the acknowledgement receipt. Assured, Ananya left the shop and came out of the complex. Although it was early April, the day was nevertheless getting much too warm for her comfort. She realised that Manoj the driver would ∞
An unsigned card beneath a shut window, sprayed with little perfume droplets, still waits and the wait is eternal. For the love way back became just a shadow, of moments basked in moonlit glory. That might as well, be your story. A half burnt letter smelling of rose, written tediously, in verse and prose, still ∞
‘Have you ever nurtured a dream for so long that it begins to imply nothing but meaninglessness?’ She asked him, sliding her arm in his, as they sat overlooking the sunset over a distant horizon. ‘Elaborate, dear’, he replied nonchalantly. A cool breeze brushed past the young couple. She tucked away curly locks behind her…… Continue reading Delusion