The shadow of another being, in an undefined shape, dying each month

To Be a Sunday

Maybe the rest of the world needs it, waits for it, even craves it. But I for some weird reason…

Letting Inspiration Get Away

Inspiration always struck me at the oddest of hours. Like at 2:14 in the morning. What I wouldn’t give to…

The way you look at it Your eyes measuring the froth and foam Wondering if this cuppa is going to…

The physical realm has no sympathy for the mental. There are cramps — painful reminders of my sex. There is…

I miss writing. It is my form of meditation and I am apologetic about not doing it often enough. It’s…

There was a thought, a random one. I kept it in a safe place. The place was raided, my thoughts…

Ek umar nikal gayi Phir bhi tu mujhe mila nahi A heavy heart I carry. One of unfulfilled dreams, unrequited…

I don’t know what makes me, me. Is it this prison of a mind that often holds me captive in…