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…

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The Final Conquest

Perched on my favorite rocking chair in the wooden porch of my small house, I was swaying back and forth. A backward stroke of the chair, and dark shadows engulfed my charcoal skin. The magic of physical laws brought it back to its initial position and sparkling sunshine made my face glisten. Darkness after light……

In Context

“A woman of exceptional beauty in a room full of prospective grooms, interested not in even one of them only falls short in terms of suspicion to a handsome bachelor, with a large income and handsome disposition yet who was not pursued by a string of women”

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…

“A Life of Pretense” 

I laugh a lot. People take me for a jolly person. it is rather sad that 90% of my giggles are to please my fellows only. I do not restrict my insincere show of emotions to laughing. I have cried for others too. Some of my tears were genuine, others? not so much! If I ever…

Fiction Friday-Remembering Camus!

My son had brought me here. It was quite a long time ago. My joints didn't know what arthritis was back then. Lately, the pain defined them. It was around this time of the year, though which year and on what date, are the details that had escaped me. The one thought that I could…

Fiction and other Realities

'Fiction is inspired by reality' That is what they say. Yet, I have observed that a few events happen a lot more in fiction than they do in real life or vice versa. Take sweating for example. Imaginary characters sweat way more than you or I ever would. I understand being in a story is…

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…

Knock! Knock!

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 hanging from it. It’s been a while since I had been observing the peculiar shape of the mask. I found it puzzling because I had never quite heard…