“Let me in for once”, came her voice from behind the closed door. “No, you won’t stay for long. I will be sad again”, I responded from… Read more “You are not Welcome!”
“Most people aren’t really bad, you know”, she told him. “If that is so, they don’t do a very good job of showing their true intentions”, said… Read more “Unmade for Each other”
Tobacco, tomato, timber, and toothache. Smoke it, hot, don’t burn, in pain. Please don’t bother for my sake Because I am pretty insane. Human, you… Read more “Toothaches > Heartaches”
Image Source I am the thought You thought of When there was nothing To think. Not because I was insignificant. It is what matters the most, That… Read more “Inescapable”
What do you say to it?
Giving up on each other,
once and for all!
Image Source I was standing in front of a wooden door on the porch of an old Victorian building. A flimsy mask made of rusting iron was… Read more “Knock! Knock!”
Here is another entry from our #WringoInk. project. Image Source Monday: She was reading something. We were in a library surrounded by books. I was glad she… Read more “Blown Out of Proportion — Wringo Ink.”
Until I had not read Sylvia Plath’s work, I had no idea that poetic thoughts could be realistic too. I had first met her in the year… Read more “The Miracle of Literature — A Painful Plath”
Zoobia Shahid was among the brightest students in her class. The 14-year-old had only recently learned that world was elliptical. Copernicus and Galileo had faced quite a handful of troubles before the perfectionists finally came to terms with the fact that their beloved earth was not a perfect circle. She didn’t know what kind of sacrifice she would have to make for her parents to appreciate her truly.