Basking in the Sun

There was a time, when the sun used to peeped through the clouds in a monsoon morning or when the morning was late and lazy and study books closed, I used to lie down where the pencils of the rays used to draw their lines– it might be the edge of the bed or the…

To Long Ago Me

Am I going to return home as I was as  my dreams have shattered. Many

Exhausted and Spent

the air smelled nicotine the environ rhythmed with fan the room, lorn one, curtained dimmed. I lay looking at the ceiling the fan with flying curtain creating a shade a mixture of colors of wall, street and– overcast May sky. I’m here, but, I’m really here… the moment, the silence that I lay in is…

A Summer Soft Morning Page

the morning has been long ago here it is Sunday, so, calm & compose posit in environ. the curtain of my southern windows playing waves splashing on my face–bare no spectacles and the wind flowing on my chest. no complain, no sadness, no blue or jarred feelings. softness of summer morning sun spread in the…