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I saw you at 3.00 in the midnight, in your casual dress and old floaters, talking to that group. Your hair looked dry, so did your ha...

I was riding pillion with my friend on his bike in the area where he used to live few months back. I asked him why it is not possible for h...

Here I, volunteer for the dirt staring at me. Stumble over the mean mock-rock. Give away my urbane for bear hug. Let the craving carve t...

The ride. I take it everyday. Up down fast slow There is no end to it. My heart thumps. Gives me thrill! If you see me, Call. I mi...

What I saw and pitied today, later collapsed on me like some viral disease I caught through my sight. The story of anguish might be differe...

Independence and freedom to choose teach us life lessons which can never be forgotten. The room you live in becomes a wet-lab where experim...

The screams of silence are deadly than those of noise. I hear them constantly inside me through nothingness. There is a void which pulls ...

Last evening's events were just too tiresome to be given a shape of an article with details. For the first time in my life I faced such...

Inspired from the experience at prestigious city event for the corporates - The Urban Stampede, Bangalore 2013.   It is the motion agains...

After listening to the beautiful poetry - ' Do not go gentle into that good night ' read by Dylan Thomas himself, I thought to myse...

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...