Have you ever realised how lonely and solitary it is at the top, alone; standing solo? Watching others crumble, stumble, support and evolve, makes me
Author: Shweta Mathur Lall
Deceived by Destiny
April 1998 Footsteps, he detested the clamour of the footsteps. The rubber-soled shoes striking the sleet-covered roads accompanied him across the threshold and then halted.
You May, But Can You?
“May I give it a try, Professor?” “You may, but the question is can you?” Professor Natalia handed over the script to Viktor, “Messianic oration
Samjhauta: A Compromise
Allahuu Akbar Allahuu Akbar Allahuu Akbar Allahuu Akbar Aashhadu Allaa ilaaha Illal-Laah Aashhadu Allaa ilaaha Illal-Laah The call of Ish namaz from the Jama Masjid
You can do this… yes, you can. Rule no 1: don’t look at him, rule no.2: Remember nature is not colliding your destiny with his,
The Two Worlds
The thundering applause wasn’t in admiration of the anticipated excitement, but more as a warning due to an overextended wait. The stage was set; curtains
The Gift of Life
Cries; it was always those cries that seared his being. The warm breeze irked him too, but it was always the… “Sriniwas! Wake up, you
When he was a kid, and jumped high, Olympian dreams ruled his sky polio virus crept within, Paralysed his limbs, but hopes win. Varun’s golden
Times ominousAbuses monstrous. ‘Mercy!’ She criedHer tears; dried.Blood-stained, petrified. They ravished her modestyRaped, end of humanity,‘Four for each!’ Insanity!Spewed bullets as calamity. Refugee, in our
At the Stroke of Midnight!
At the stroke of twelve at night in din Rejoicing, proclaiming liberty. Our freedom we announced and honoured. Our cries and pain drowned in joy,
You are, what you allow to be Feathers cut by the friends and foes Designs your destiny, suspire the fire, set yourself free. Pirouette on
Arise From the Dust
When thy passion brimmed eyes poured onto mineMy pulchritudinous self, clasped in thineBedazzled was my soul, longing with sighsLike dew drops thy love had moistened
Her Last Will
The aroma laden zephyr that ballets on the amber faced mustard flowers, carries whispers. The little muttering of love, solace and longing. These gusts are
The Game of Life
As I entered my office, a dilapidated building with shattered window panes, a tottering wooden table with snapped edges, I realised that I shall miss
This heady mix of hate, revenge, passion, loss, grief, adultery, and above all love defined relationships.
Sagas of Love
This case has been pending for years. Discussions, debates retrospection and introspection, have all failed. Who is at fault, them or me bothers me more
‘In pieces I lay strewn, abandoned by my love, I croon. As I breathe my last, I wished, love of my life fulfilled.’ ‘Don’t cry
The day you left me alone in the world Rejoiced my heart, heaved a sigh of relief Torment ended, from abuses you hurled A broken
Couldn’t reach on time
Delhi December fog coupled with widespread smog often blankets the city. That day wasn’t different. The only feeling keeping me warm was the internal rage