Deathbed Confessions of Unrequited Love

A thousand wounds I bore, All different; similar gore. The pus and blood that oozed, Was the same of every noose. Each cut on my frail body, had a separate source. Yet, it had always been yours, the pain for which I stay woke. The noise from my cracking bones was your voice calling me…

Hidden – In Plain Sight!

I My lips are colorless and parchred, But the drink I need is scarce. And thus I march, In the desert, that is our love! I wait for the Oasis To hit me up. II Oh my towering ignorance! For the Voice I seek Is found in the silence

Tell me a Story…

Hello peeps! Now as my 'about section' will tell you, I am crazy for stories. I read them, write them, adore them, inhale them, exhale them... you get the idea! For me life was going this way until kismet decided to do me a favor, which given my history doesn't happen too often, and I met this…

Unmade for Each other

“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 he. “Why do you have to be so bitter all the time”, she was saying. He, however, was busy observing her. Her small lips were moving in circles…

Inescapable

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 a coward like you is afraid of. I was a part of you. And you preferred others over yourself. So you let me wither away. Remove the appendix…

The Confessions of a Celestial Being

This story is written as part of a writing challenge–WRINGO (writing BINGO), which is proposed and played by my office friends. There is a grid with different genres for each grid. Every week, we are assigned a genre that is decided by a dice-roll. I will be  sharing my stories here.  Genre for this week is Romance.  I loved…

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…

Fission or Fusion?

Hey you! Yes you. You ugly thing. I know you. You are the one who knows how to detonate bombs. Right? But that is only what you tell other people.   I know you better than this, to fall for your lies Or not ?   You are the exact opposite of what you claim…