Identity

Always heard and believed people grows older with age until observed your gorgeous face which keeps getting younger with each passing day of age, Your eyes shine with energy of experience, awareness and knowledge; penetrating rather piercing me through the eyes until deep down in body and soul, Your alcoholic words have effect of dark…

Broken connection

If you keep thinking about them everyday that…….. how good life is without them, how relieved you are in their absence, how much you are in control of life after forgetting them, how much you hated them, how good the days were then until they were mistaken, then in reality… you are actually not at…

Succumbed finally

Despite so hard to resist your penetrating eyes and physical beauty, I fought level best until you finally forced me to succumb when you successfully weakened my resistance and seduced my mind & soul with the weapon of your art and hypnotizing words! Are you a lover, player or killer? PC: wallup.net

I can’t take my eye off..

Neither the quality of clothes nor the skills of tailor, Its your perfectly sculpted body, fragrance, confidence and attitude, That defines ordinary outfit as classy and bring fame to the lucky tailor, What ever you wear it becomes special & I can’t take my eye off you! PC: PINTEREST

Bumbling down the memory lane

Beauty of some companionships and experiences have a perfect timing associated with it which actually made it so relevant, memorable and beautiful. Sometimes such experiences end abruptly without clue and reasonable reasons, leaving us confused but may be they were destined to be short-lived and just for the reason of giving us a memory of…

Quill touch

midst of heavy rush in morning metro, I sensed a soft touch on my back giving me goosebumps, turned back and looked around and realized it is nothing but my imagination, it started happening often; almost every day – sometimes on back, neck and so many places, then for 3 days I stopped sensing this,…

Sail

Carrying the load of past experiences created a castle of doubts and escapism, She try to swing and sail on the waves of her feminism through art of words, each time struck by her stubborn false maturity, until she resist to understand – ┬áseed has to be changed to get a different fruit, after all…

Passenger – a short story (real)

He was in mid twenties, single and far away from his place. He just got a job in NY and every morning used to commute through a metro feeder bus followed by metro train to his office. It was the 3rd day on the bus stop when he took notice of tall, attractive, dusky and…