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The joys of a solitary traveller...

I have always loved travelling. People who know me well also know how passionate I am about it. Be it the cultural treasure troves of India or the charming cities of Italy, I am up for it all! I’ve mostly travelled with my family and, after joining college, with friends. However, UK has been a different experience. Here I’ve had to travel alone most of the time. So far I’ve...

Continue Reading 15 Jun 2012

Today I woke up dead

Today I woke up dead. My body lies immobile on the bed as my soul travels in and out of spaces searching for something. I can see paleness seeping into my skin. My wife is sleeping beside my cold body. She is unaware. How long before she finds out?The alarm is ringing. It's on the bed side table next to me and I can't switch it off. She is opening...

Continue Reading 06 Jun 2012

A second

It was just a second, maybe lesser, and things changed. Life turned upside down. Unhinged. And  Dia stood there a million little things going through her head. ‘Did I lock my door?’, ‘Did I keep the milk back in the fridge?’. Then the more important questions flooded her mind, rooting her to the pavement, her eyes fixed on the multiple television screens showing the same image again and again; a...

Continue Reading 31 May 2012

You

What exists in minuscule silences of the universewhen planets alignand stars ceasetofallinto hungry black holesnow contentfor a momentwith the way things areright here, right nowMy forehead on the groundthe world behindas I merge with the Earth,a silent rebirthIn an urge to staytrueto my purposewhich fires each celland what's withinto proclaim your namenight and dayDay and nightwhen oceans dryand mountains crumbleinto nothingnessand what remains isYou.

Continue Reading 30 May 2012

Neglect

You starved meas I cried for helpbanging my fistson your conscienceyet, you turnedawayyour back againstmy frail frameAs you walkedtowards the flameknowing wellthis money and famewon't be therewhen you need themThis power,Your muscles andtoned body will be fodderfor wormsand thenyou have just me,your soul,broken beyond repair.image source: http://www.ehow.com/info_8007961_after-roses-bloom-do-cut.html

Continue Reading 29 May 2012

Today I woke up in Syria..

Today I woke up in Syriato sniffles from a little girlcrouched in the cornerA human ballin a ragged frock.Her tiny handsclutching a headless dollwhich she handed mewith a desperate plea;some food for a broken dollToday I woke up in Syriato a screaming womanpleading lifefor her husbandburied aliveas her son looked onhis face so blankeyes now glazedwith unspoken terrorholding him in placeToday I woke up in Syriato a sobbing womansubsisting in...

Continue Reading 26 May 2012
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