And my muscles ache and the void that exists is nowhere close to being covered.The days go by and I find myself lost out there. The distractions lose their effect and reality scratches and exposes itself. I accept today that I am bad when it comes to keep moving. It is not my strength. I… Continue reading From the 3rd of this month
I remember being this lean guy (really lean) who is standing in front of a projector at this hotel's ballroom. I am presenting something my team worked on. Frameless glasses and I have a serious look on my face. I look determined and very serious. Why am I suddenly telling you about it? Well, today… Continue reading Looking back
The door creaksAnd it takes me to a different timeI remember a tapThat always leaksA big patch on the wallThat sometimes dripsA door that won't closeUntil pushed hard. A small plantAnd a few mushroomsFind their way on the old exposed wallThe paint is nearly goneBlack and greenish mold finally eats up the wall Door creaks… Continue reading Creaking Door
The words turn in to black splattered inkThe jar is now fullIt overflowsA sound of a famous songStarts playing in my mindA popcorn sellerI fiddle my pockets for some moneyA five rupee coinI buy the popcornMy feet hurtIn the skimpy chappals, I am wearing The news makes me nauseousIt adds to the miseryIt paints the… Continue reading Overflow
I got into the metro and the guy ahead of me looks at his reflection and dances. Maybe that's what late nights do to you, they allow you to be more expressive. Anyway, I get myself a seat and the gate of the metro stays open so that more people can board it, it reminds… Continue reading Metro Ride #521
He put his head down A little tired But its still early And there is lot to do But on closing his eyes He travels to a time And experiences A memory from the past The days when He dreamt and believed And laughed and lived Suddenly he opens his eyes And stare at the… Continue reading Through the lanes
Found this stuck in a window, I wonder who made it. Some kid or could be an adult as well? Who's brave enough to be an adult and a child both.
For Reverse Shot Through one of my classmate's perspective- He is small and scared maybe because he doesn't know anyone here in our class,he is alone and nobody is talking to him.Teacher asks him his name and this marks/percentage in previous class and he replies in a low voice,teacher likes him that I can tell.This… Continue reading Reverse Shot- School Memories.