Night Creatures

All the night Creatures crawled up to my desk ~ & I wondered… What Creature am I in their language? The one with the touch of Death or the God with untimely sunlight ~ as bright as a snowfall in the raging summers? They keep coming back, I don’t think they’ve a name for me.

Apprehensions Regarding Bharat.

Hey y’all! About 2 months ago I mentioned in one of my posts that I was going to talk about my apprehensions on moving to India. So, here it goes. 1. Nostalgia. I don’t think there’s a way to avoid this. Every minute I breathe, eat, or talk there’s going to be an inevitable wave

My Umbrella

A very short story about religion, hate & differences ft. one of my favorite blogs.

Colors

All the colors she’s living, Black, tangerine & pink. Is his majestic giving, For as long as he lives. Once death meets man, She’s stripped of her hues. Bangles taken off her hand, She sings the lonely muse. Pushing her into the fire, They send her away to him. Colorful bangles she admired, Now pierce