The Great Land

Standing in the land of the great Apaches Midst blooming wild poppies and the mammoth elephant grasses, thinking of the dream that once Martin Luther had. May be the days of  chivalric Camelot are over, as I heaved reclining on the grand arm chair; vicious winds from the North gushed  echoing footsteps of a massive feet …

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A Glance

  A glance is enough for the heart to beat to  transform naivety into shrewdness  of some kind, many long for it in the ancient past to moisten their dry parched youth, as the case it never befalls where it ought to, yearnings fossilized froze in the corner of heart, birds never chirp on the skeletal …

The Persian Laila

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 …

Metamorphosis

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 …

Five Greatest Story-Tellers

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 …

Ram’s Arrival (Ramayan)

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 …

No Desire Is Mightier

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 …

I Am A Wildflower

I may not be the exquisite rose of your French orchids, or the fragrant Jasmine of your manicured lawns. A wildflower of some unknown species, yes I am of a wild tribe! The type that grows on the sides of your very dirty roads and muddy paths, the kind whose seeds are never sowed and …

Another Loilta ( Revised)

Stretching apart her thin toothpick legs  Sat robustly on his stunted arthritis legs Suckling chocolate lolly-pop euphorically  Careless licking melted cocoa from corners of lips  Droplets of sweat accumulated on the forehead A raw beauty in the care, guardian of Venus two steps behind womanhood Could feel the-hard bony rib cage against His sagging rotten flesh, …

An Open Kitchen

The majestic oak trees just shed some woods the lush baby spinach leaves oozing out of hoods. In the large pristine green pastures equally growing, the youthful wild umbrella mushrooms wooing  and with the raw Ramona tomatoes in my sight  I am sure that my stew is going to be really bright.  While preparing stew in …