It’s a warm summer evening lightly accompanied by a fading rain; I rather like the sound of rain tapping the tin roofs of our home and the dim light in my room. I have turned on my personal computer, it’s been a while since I used it and its gathered pile of dust is relatively …
8 April 2018: A Log
It’s Monday, a world acclaimed day of insufferable, a day of lowest motivation possible on the planet but thank god, and I slept in relief because the officials have closed the colleges down today but I had to wake up anyway, which is a completely different story. It’s been raining past few days and to …
Letter
9th April, Tuesday. Dearly beloved, It has been raining cats and dogs since last few days, it's dark and gloomy unlike anything I have ever been a witness of. I am going through my wallet to skim the date and time, that bills usually capture; I have a strange habit of collecting them. I don't …
Quarantine
My words are waist deep in the struggle to explain your absence; I haven't come least bit close. I may have, but I'm despondent in the name of wait and patience: I wonder if the offer still stands, a day to Kashmir and back. Your absence grows upon me like a day I am too …
Grief as a Constant
Grief is potential, it is a light headedness in your feet. Ergo, it's spoiler. It's a splinter in your finger: it is a craft to have: you should go ahead and sleep in a quiet grave. It's a constant sorrow that'll be your alter-ego for the life to come. It does not leave. It just …
Kind Freedom
The roses are coming: decimated place of ruins and a stark path of resilience opens itself through the crashing dusk of this day. A nerve wrecked man looks for an out post, unfortunate; one who has nothing is an animation of accent and color. Your liberty lies in nothingness: you're only free when you are …
27/03/2018: A Log
Today was special but I didn’t get a day off for it and in all secrecy, only one other person knows about why today every month is faultlessly special; liberty of going public is something we earn when we have the legs to stand up for it and until that day comes, nothing is going …
A Tenant
When the thief stole your blushes, I ran after him and caught him and beat him to pulp before he could answer; why? When your nightmares were just a seizure away, and, you were scared and restless; sleep feels dishonourable at a time when you're clothed in a nuisance of your own— I've known. When …
22/03/2018: A Log
“Tear is a house build out of a storm.” —To Build a Home, the Cinematic Orchestra Some days aren’t as good as other days; they lay over my head like an unnecessary hand ruffling my hair so bad that I so dedicatedly cared for and gave my all morning to but sometimes, there I am …
19/03/2018: A Log
You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Fate has cursed you. —Euripides, Alcestis. It is a struggle to wake up: mostly on days you are thoroughly accustomed to being alone in a house full of emptiness. My cousin and I cautiously lock the front door whenever we leave somewhere because we’re afraid of unwanted infiltration. …