ruins….

Walking through the ancient city, it’s broken streets with the crumbling walls, there was a sense of comfort that could just not be brushed aside. An intangible feel of a deja vu. Laughing away at the thoughts of a different lifetime, he stood still mid step at a thought. The city, like his own self…

the unforgiving mistress

Such a bundle of contradiction, a double edged sword that she was, it was almost impossible to resist her charm, more so when she decided to lure him into her bosom, a promise of a blissful sojourn, a drug to a parched soul, a transit from the very mortal being people call life. Just as…

the morrow…

As the eyes grew heavy and the vision hazy, there was but one thought that still hadn’t settled even as the darkness crept in. What the morrow held in store. Playing back the sequence of events, the thought surfaced once again… what the morrow held in store for the ones that were close.

An invisible footprint

A trip is fun to take. Refreshing, maybe.. A whole lot of places covered. A lot of boxes checked. A bucket load of photographs clicked. Fast forward a few years, all that remains is no more the truck load of pictures.. maybe a faint memory of random places. Travel, however helps one emote. Not just…

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Sitting along the road, legs dangling into the chasm below, the distant fortress of a mountain looked anything but intimidating… They were inviting… Now, there were two ways to it…through the undulating roads that vanished from view every time there was a hill, or through the chasm below. When the hands pressed down on the…

the drift….

The sound of water lapping at a hard object was all around.. the sharp ray of the sun reflecting off every tiny wave hurt the eye.. The gentle bobbing in the current, unmistakable, and yet there wasn’t a drop of water on him.. a not so distant rustle of the leaves woke him up from…

the prisoner….

Looking out to the sea from behind the mesh, one can’t help but wonder who the prisoner is…. the one supposedly framed by the bars, or the one who stands behind it yearning to be out in the open… Or maybe, is it both? Each a prisoner of his own unique circumstances…!!!!

the flu……

A rather rough month at work was dragging along, the overcast grey skies of the monsoon not helping the general mood, casting an almost ominous shadow over his bright, cheery nature. Feeling a little low, he felt the change of seasons was having an effect… Many around seemed down with flu. A day off from…

Comfort zone….

One ordinary evening, he found that the usually comforting solitude seemed utterly alien…. The soothing warmth of the blissful silence was missing. In its place was a hollow that echoed with a vacant ring… For the first time in several years, he was out of his comfort zone.

Perspectives…

As the blade scythed through the sheet of air, someone unknown, looked up from the coast of the black sea wondering if they could get on that bird, escape into an unknown land that would promise so much for the morrow… escape from the chocolate brown hills that they ve been seeing forever, so much…