A ballad for the love of death.

The question being love answered by betrayal and death of a loved one. We question a lot, but this from the few, that only make…

Stories Under The Sun

The thing about the sun is that you don’t talk about it. It is enough to bathe in its presence, To feel its rays on…

A piece of peace

It’s the little things that bother you to an extent nothing else does. It’s the little feelings that are hard to decipher and hard to…

Blues of the Rain

Cranked up to a window pane, listening to my favourite songs through earphones and looking out as rain drops splatter on the ground one by…

The Human in Humanity

“What I've come to learn is that the world is never saved in grand messianic gestures, but in the simple accumulation of gentle, soft, almost…

Good On Paper

Frankly, everything looks quite good on paper. A 10 - year old girl plans her perfect wedding on the back of her notebook only to…

The Moon, of course, is Always There

“The moon is a natural satellite of the earth, visible chiefly at night, by reflected light from the sun. Have you seen the moon recently?”

Silver restrains

I was primed to rationalize the nonsensical, defend the indefensible, and excuse the inexcusable. I kept looking for emotional freedom but realised I was put…

First love

"True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring — once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale…