Amaltas abloom hanging down, shrouding the coy greenery. Yellow umbrella bailing out schmaltz’s tales. Wistful yesterday winking through the sweet abandon of her bloating yellow skirt, crawling to the fore. Read More
She scrambled herself off the riverbed, With the puny ghost of a limping thought, that sacred water would lazily tread, ravines of today with a tender fraught. Tailgating the daze Read More
Mishka’s smile tasted of Karan’s afterthoughts as she went through the day’s chat with him. The muggy overcrowded compartment of Delhi Metro did nothing to diffuse the jamboree of this Read More
The off shooting noise around That worn out hullabaloo mournfully faded. The frozen maggots of that still born December night, Though occasionally feed on our frozen inhuman hearts. Each winter Read More
Yes… fall in love with words, with your thoughts, with your craft. Let writing be that euphoria where not just you but even your reader find the art of storytelling Read More
‘Beep Beep beep beep’ Splintering the eerie silence of wine-dark early dawn, the alarm went off on her mobile phone. Turning quickly to her side Maliha put it off, lest Read More
As the grey sky was still scaffolding on the loose seams of our flavoured night’s penumbra, a latent sun brewed with a purple Promise of my morn dream. Insolvent rainbows Read More
Social media might have been a fatal reality for so many in various ways but for writers like us, it has been such a benediction, a curveball for a lot Read More
As writers, one of the major hiccups that we all encounter is an elusive pen. Many say a writer’s block is a myth, but I often find myself sitting in Read More
“Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Through nights like this one, I held her in my armsI kissed her again and again Read More
A dollop of your vanilla dream once would melt over my freshly baked brownies, rousing the uncurated passions that were born in my ribs. I know the allegory is still Read More
Silence, a wanton death. Weary dissent muted. A ripe nation bleeding amok, let’s rise. Punctured democracy, wallowing in quick sand. A sleepwalk, a moral debris? Let’s rise. Blinded we must Read More
The saffron orb latently marching to a sinful heart, A sorry june morn will soon be a yellow charade. Sticky soaked yet almost blooming, an unpretentious lovers’ song shall be Read More
Through the ribs of her eclipsed sunflower, the yellowed sun was born at the eleventh hour. Wilting cloud and a wanting earth, dawn revealed yet a promise scarred. She secured Read More
Dad, This is because you always said that writing down persuaded the butterflies to escape the humdrum of yesterday, and paint our very breath at this very moment. So I Read More
