He was right behind me. I could see his eyes from where I was hidden. They say evil has red eyes signifying pure evil. Hell. But his eyes, they were different. They were blue, almost like the desert around me. Almost like Paradise. But they didn’t bore those kind amiable and angelic eyes. He wanted… Continue reading Snow in his Eyes.
Wrote this for Nu’s lovely new painting. The above is not her’s though. In his window of half remembered memories there was one such memory he kept going back to where he tried every now and then to get a further peek behind the curtains. It was a wonderful morning and he was walking in… Continue reading Girl in the Balcony
The path he is on, Old yet New. Mysterious. Known yet Unknown. Distorted. Dark yet Bright. Uncertain. Eventually, it will come for him. Whatever that might be. Soon. (Part of my upcoming book soon to be released next month. If you like what you read, or would like to know more regarding the book, stay… Continue reading Followed
I don’t really know what this is. Maybe an attempt on emphasising what is abstract. His back ached as he straightened himself. Still sitting cross-legged, he stretched himself. He heard his bones crack. He twisted his body left and right. Crack. Crack. This gave him a sense of relief and he sighed as his ache disappeared. He… Continue reading Three Hours
Here he was yet again on his bed slumping over his pillow. At four when the night was dead silent, his mind was restless and running in circles. Clenching his pillow tightly he began to bang his head back and forth. Christmas was over twenty days ago. He had taken a vow to start afresh… Continue reading Filter Sadness
Here is something which me and my friend Nu came up with while riding back home on a bus. We had to spend the next two hours in the cramped bus (over-cramped bus! like most inter-city buses) and as we were so bored of doing nothing for almost an hour, we wrote a story. (She… Continue reading Gorilla Vu and the Evils
The man looked here and there. The room seemed familiar. Had he been here before? he wondered. He took his time in figuring out his confusion but in the end, decided to look around anyway. The man walked slowly to the centre of the room and eyed the many pictures hanging on the wall. He… Continue reading Hall of Shame