Inktober + Poetry #3: Bait
Bruises are like baits, opening up wounds from the start. Or why should each of them be bandaged? Or why should they send down shrills of pain, always. Inktober with digital ink with a twist of poetry.
Read MoreInktober + Poetry #2: Mindless
These mindless rambles that inadvertently jump off the tongue, could they hold the secrets of our hearts? These mindless rambles about that we cannot stop, the convoluted awareness we fail to comprehend, and the inexplainable connection we come across – unwarranted mostly. These mindless rambles, could they hold the secrets of our hearts? I love…
Read MoreInktober + Poetry #1: Ring
In the ring today who shall you face – a friend, a foe, an unknown shadow? What moves do we have hidden to survive this game? maybe it’d be a loss today for you haven’t slept on your wounds from yesterday. Inktober begins with digital drawing along with poetry. These days poems just tend to…
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Growing Up #11: A Prose on Shopping
I could walk the entire day, stop for a few minutes in between, munch some food, and still be upright – ready to dash the next store. By the looks of it I really enjoyed shopping. From cat print shirts to neatly pressed coats, the energy slowly dwindled away. I don’t dash into store after…
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The Wordcastle 