Sometimes, I write just 4 lines. Mostly in my bus to keep myself occupied. I like doing so. On this particular day, when I was feeling down in the dumps, I wrote the following: A dried petal; and a rustic song. A forsaken hut; and a field of rye. A forlorn note; and a gushing... Continue Reading →

Wish You Were Here

It’s all pitch dark. No stars twinkle in the night sky. I’m a wave lashing against one of the rocks lined up in front of me like an army waiting to strike. I rise. I crash. I rise again. All I want is a little company while the world is asleep. Some other waves are... Continue Reading →

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