Her eyes swell up. I don’t want her to cry, but I cannot utter a word. She has too brilliant a mind to lose it over her heart. We would have been perfect for each other, I know she believes it. We both love the same things. But for us to happen, we’d need another…
Read MoreBehind these neat Mask of mine, It’s a mess of a Different kind. Veins and miles Of veins all over, Carrying bloods Of all kind. Where does it reach I wonder, That begins at the center And prolongs all over. Behind these neat Mask of mine, It’s a mess of a Different kind. Should I…
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The transient moment when one conversation is over, and I wait for the next, searching for eyes that might accidentally meet mine, that transient moment surrounded by faces – smiling, welcoming, I understand what alone means for three seconds. I go off to find the next.
Read MoreThey say shards are among the things that cut through your defenses rending your castles futile. Then why do we hold one in our hands in our palms so unsteady? Why are there shards all over, some that cut through earthen lines, some other through beating instruments?
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We try to capture time in vases, in glasses and bottles of wine but it dries; in prose scattered across words, in notes and dimes, but it flies. We try to capture time, in the ice cubes that melt at the first touch of your palm, in the sugar inside the cheese cakes when we…
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On days like these when the sand in the hourglass seems to be sliding faster than usual reminding you of how much of what remains to be done, let it not dishearten you, I tell myself, let is remind you of how far we’ve come. There are days like these when turning pages seem the…
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The Wordcastle 