My Entangled Thoughts

I can’t speak for other people because their minds are not on the list of places I had checked into but my own thoughts, I have visited often. Thus, I know the questions that arrive in this desolate place I call my brain. They used to be simpler and consulting a parent, a friend or…

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Guardian Angel

Forget about happy endings. Happiness shouldn't end. Create a mosaic of moments, Sad, happy, happy, sad. Lend me some of those, The thoughts you push back Every time a fresh one arrives. Your discarded ideas fall through a wrinkle. Right into my lap. Let me be the catcher of the dreams, You had never dreamt.…

Why So Serious?

Duzan Domestica, however, had been too long in this line of business to miss why this green-skinned, strange looking girl was there in his clinic. Despite her emotionless face and heavy makeup, her smile lines were more than visible. Fanning out at the corner of her lines were several small wrinkles resembling a cat’s whiskers or a crow’s feet. Then there were the horrible concaves bracketing her thick lips, almost conquering her nasolabial region. Duzan focused hard on her left cheek but was not sure what to make of it. He reflected for a while. Then, “Smile,” he sighed and issued the one command that only he could give without risking his life.

A Perfect Sphere—WringoInk

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.

Falling Away

Fall, the official season of goodbyes Has arrived. So let go of your emotions, Like smoke goes up in the skies. High and high! We have had our jokes, Lets laugh no more. We have shared our pains, There is nothing more to gain. Boon or bane? Lets forget each other Once again. Forget me,…

Dream! What Dream?

His father had forced him to become an engineer. At least that was how he liked to tell the tale. That earned him different responses from people. Most of them were sympathetic---outwardly! Otherwise, they were only hiding different judgements behind, "Aw, I am sorry. It must be hard to live somebody else's dream." The real…

Is this the voice of happiness ?

Today I heard it, After such a long time; The sound of happiness! It was a scream of joy unchecked, Escaped from a young girl, Who was dripping wet, Enjoying the rain. She could barely breathe, As the drops came tumbling One after another, They did not wait for her to catch her breath.  …