Having feasted past-midnight, PersianLaila got up lazily at the stroke of twelve. Wearing her sparkling tiara, she rose with a numbing headache resultant of a hangover, Caused by the left-over French champagne that she drank greedily from the China glass of her Benevolent master. Her master’s darling she occupied a special place in his cozy lap …
I grew up beyond the grey walls…. Walls that changed hues under varied spells, mama would strictly keep me inside. The thick silver parapets adorned tiny holes, black ashen specks from where I marveled at the cruel oddity of the world. A faded sepia of Papa hung at a crooked angle-tilted towards outside,shadowing other …
Stolen glances missing beats those translucent moments, porous breaths evaporated in cheap sooty puffs of gas-station cigarettes, lungs choked of highway psychedelics, motel caffeine to measure vaccant hours of your casual neglect, I measure from puff to puff, smoke to smoke and make most of those empty hours, all while gazing at your sinful lips, marveling the …
O.Henry If there is one writer who inspired me to write, it is William Sydney Porter known by his pen name O.Henry. A great twister of words and language. No other writer played with language as much as he. His made extensive use of used wit and sarcasm in his tales. His clever plot-twists, use …
The sacred sounds of thousand conch shells piercing through the eerie silences of deafening decades, a mammoth Himalayan cloud bursted in the Northern horizons over the legendary kingdom of Ayodhya on the banks of fabled Sarayu River. The thundering clouds wrestled, the wombs of giant Earth quivered, the regal blue-eyed peahens ruffled their gilded …
Morning sun shone In its full glory Coffee quarrels Stiff body Artificial catnap Sleep aid pills Did it’s wonder Neighbor’s black poodle Vanity Lazing on mosaic porch Lusting a blooming orchid Licking edges of master’s fingers Spray roses with No fragrance Hung neatly in cheap Edwardian vase On yellowish marble mantle Incoherent gibberish bla bla Of …
“A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever, It’s loveliness Increases and It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness.” Keats
Let us in the warm coziness of the vibrant autumn, brew some majestic Hibiscus and drink together from the same cups of desire,celebrating momentary love as we delicately place china tea pot on the Indian lotus tray and allow the saffron waters to be poured in, cascading like a fall through the walls of dashing indigo …
I know not… Was it a dream or a drowsy opiate slumber? As I stood on a tortured sea-shore and cast my eye on the swollen waves passionately kissing my naked feet making love to me with a brutish force taking me in its azure vinyl embrace slowly grasping my flaming flesh with a fiery …
For I’ve seen… The smiling faces are never the happiest kinds The crying ones are not always the gravest types The silent demeanor’s may not always the honest ones The truthful souls most often are the angry beings For I’ve seen…