The dupatta is wrung Around her neck, A noose To keep her body chaste And her screams Locked up. Her torn limbs Expose pale bone and flesh Devoured by the men Who raped her and the dogs Who could not find a meal That day. Her swaying corpse was burned, Leaving her drenched […]Read More Ritual
The grey wind
breathes on your neck.Read More Grey Wind
You still remember the scent of crushed leaves basking in the mud, the sun choking out their water. The inviting aroma of dead leaves would anchor itself in the air of a hot, sunny day. It was the time of farewells and goodbyes, tears and nostalgia for a past that could not be undone. At […]Read More Dead Leaves
torn black streets echo in grey clouds under a blue sky. cemented high rises curtains to a crowded audience. rubber spines of beggars bent under the heavy sun. slow shutter speed many faces trapped in an obscure plot.Read More URBAN
He felt like he was one of the blind birds walking into the silver blades of the bar. His phone’s ringtone broke the silence in which his thoughts floated.Read More Of Birds and Ballads. Chapter 2.
Ajay had chosen to put himself through the ordeal of declaring his love to a girl of a dark brown hue.Read More Of Birds and Ballads. Chapter 1.
On the seat adjacent to ours, my gaze fell and comfortably rested upon an attractive lady.Read More Grizzly