Tag: #existence

poetry

The Sounds Of Silence Speak Again

The Sounds Of Silence Speak Again Deafening Reckoning Confusing Heartbreaking The sounds of silence Has weird ways Of making itself heard. A few tears Pain; that is Impossible to explain Ego; An unyielding foe Skates across reality and Sounds of silence speak again. Fears mock me when I’m scared Rhythmic sound …
poetry

A Proof Of The Restricted Existence

A Proof Of The Restricted Existence The birdcage that hung on the veranda Was a proof of the restricted existence Crushed dreams; absence Of freedom and creativity Which were inevitably Compromised at the alter Of someone’s ego. Not realizing that Any such trade-off Is by nature a temporary Thing and is …
poetry

Do The Creeps Deserve To Be Loved?

As thoughts burn in my head. I wonder what are creeps made up of… An unnerving pervert whose Selfish rants ramble on. A scourge of all dreams; Who flourishes from our pain. A soul whose ugliness builds within The walls of his bleeding heart. Owner of roving eyes And ambiguous stares. …
poetry

Tiffins: Preserving The Taste Of Food

Old fashioned, I am Childhood memories, I store Nostalgia, I stir I offer solace when you are alone Bringing moments of joy And mother’s love to the fore Snuggled safely in your arms I am your pride as you masquerade Down the corridors. No more shuffling in your seats…  However …
poetry

You Are Alive

Some days you’ll feel like giving up, Or wish you could hide away and never return, On days when the shadows are overwhelming you, When ominous clouds block any glimpse of sunlight, On days when nothing feels right, Get up. Breathe.  Breathe again…and breathe deep Feel it.  You’re alive… On days …
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Confusion, Melodramas and Mysteries Of Life

  Promises Hang helplessly As I bite back the words Sometimes hostile; Sometimes delicate… That try to weave a web Between my lips Trying to sneak out stealthily Thus causing a catastrophic collapse Of relationships. Confusion, melodrama followed By roaring masquerades and  Treacherous battle scars Some temporary Some permanent A …
poetry

Rumours: Weapons Of The Meek

Rumours: Weapons Of The Meek Rumours; They tell me so many things That I don’t know about myself Things that I have supposedly done But are news to me. Tales that are at times surprisingly Hilarious or annoying. Altering the truth to fit their existence They are the weapons of …
Short Stories

24 Hours, A True Short Story

Know your past  Grow in the present  And prepare for the future. That’s what her life As an officer’s wife had taught her. She stood in the kitchen making his favourite food…Sambhar and Dosa, when he entered and headed straight for the bedroom searching for her.  “Madhu..? Where are you he called …

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