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Today, for the first time, I bought a flower for myself. A carnation. It is not of peach colour. Not even aboli. I do not know the exact co...

My feet got a flavour of physical distance. That separation on their head, heavy and hurting, my lungs gasped. The air was not my buddy;...

There. Your eyes fixed on mine. Mine on yours. Fumes of anger, pain, psychosis, vengeance. I catch hold of delicate glasses on the table....

Her smile was beautifully perfect, tailor made by nature with great care to suit her smart looks and match those wide brown eyes which glow...

Where are you, O god of small things? The subliminal passions are calling on you. Barricades are broken. Virginity too. Let go off me, w...

You laugh at our built - the soi-disant claims,  the shining cheapness in railways, on streets, the big bold bald bling. Yours is nor...

Around 10.45 pm 4th July Strange evening it was! Here goes the setting. First floor of Hypercity, a really bad flooring, grey tiles...

There are twenty of them. I counted them once. Blue skin, twitchy veins lurching on my couch, study table, inside my closet. They foll...

She pushes me hard towards the edge of the door and swiftly makes her way through the crowd inside the 7:09 pm Panvel local at Kurla statio...

I dearly miss those late delights when I roamed alone on the streets of my campus, where I stayed for two crucial years of my life. There w...

Neither here nor there, unlike any life form settled calm, moving stones, water alike, the cold, invisible shapeless, flowing on duty...

A flight in a room towards the white light. It's not true, it's not true. Sometimes in a park on merry-go-round with - pretty ...

I carry it throughout in a jar on my chest. Sweat on palms, damp linen, I lost count of creases. Easing, I thought, would be the secret...

You wandered in the smiles of chasing breeze, from a pod to springing sprout at dawn. You were pink in the cherry blossoms on trees, gre...

Stuffs, You're one thing I hate to the core. People have you but still crave for more. You start your journey in a factory where you ...

tired of those bad roads, that heat, dust, sun, crowd...tired of dishonesty and thefts...tired of being chased by hooligans...tired of the ...

wait; i just touched you, on the bed which i made for the sleep. you didn't cuddle me in your arms nor did your lips land on my fore...

I am walking out of phase Stepping up the noise A tap then jump, flick and slide Repeating with sync, tap-ti-dap A run, a run and then ...

here and there keys and scratches punctures, closed doors candle heat, misfit broken glasses, a stick.... chair, ballot box pamphle...

I find you between the tic and the toc, in the pauses of countenance, between halts and resumes, spaces that separate words , camouflag...