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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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.

Free will, Shcmee will!

All alone in a bathtub, With no water calming my nerves. Naked, I am lying curled up. Foetal style, ready to return. Pure and intact To my mother's womb. I can see, smiling folks Waiting for me to be born. Kick in the air and cry a lot Even if my lungs get torn. Knowing,…

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,…

As the Pink turned White

   The other day he was telling me that I could count on him.  What a liar! I have seen death. I know you can't rely on mortals. No matter how nicely the fabric of their intentions is stitched, there comes a time when it is ripped off. Sometimes, it fades too, that is, before…

2013

The year I tried, And even then cried.The year I missed,  And achieved, The goals that I have, Always dreamed.The year in which,  All was lost,  I found myself, At a minimal cost.The year I shifted, And stabilized!  The year my life, Was not owned, Yet I lived it, Fully donned.The year I laughed, And survived. The…