A Pause in Time
Have you ever paused to gaze at the setting sun? I haven’t in a long time. Jostling against time bound
Of Princess Daughters
She woke up to the persistent screech of the alarm. It was 5.30 a.m. She could see slivers of
The Twain Shall Meet
The night is dark, Venomous, with serpentine Streaks of lightning, Cutting through my pane. My radio sings to me
Two Lovers
There will always be another October For you and me . The forked flames that slunk away To let
The River Knows Our Stories…
The river skirts the city and moves in slow, languid movements on days when the Universe is at peace.
Tell Me A Story
Tell me a story That casts a spell : a blue light that turns the bleeding red to purple,
Teledrama
I am not too much of a television buff but I do manage to catch snippets of some highly
A Minor “Coffastrophe”
This container is no ordinary container. It is a magical one, much like Aladdin’s lamp for it contains a portent
My Writing Journey
A lot of people had, in earlier years, urged me to write. And trust me writing has always been one
First Love
This city Knows my secrets Of summers Wrapped in love. A decade locked In memories, Two lovers, Now two strangers.