I fall from a window and I wake up in another world the trees and the roads are different the winds and the people are different the sky is less dark the rains are less harsh I walk on the roads and my thoughts fly to the old world It is peace I desired […]
the crowded roads and the running humans the street dogs barking and the unnecessary fighting nothing escapes from my view the silent gossip and the noisy traffic the birds chirping and the winds rustling I hear everything the woebegone reality passes through me every day But I don\’t say anything I maintain my calm
A beautiful soul was walking Or may be flying Souls do not walk I hear There was nowhere to go either No high no low All was it And it was all It lived for years But there was no reference To measure time It was time itself It was love and peace It
the freckled dark skin the dirty pointed nails mingled with each other resulting in blood dark red blood with viscous flow there was a pain excruciating pain the blotch it left on the skin was treated with intense care the pain persisted the wounds of the body were healed but the wounded heart kept
It is morning. My digital clock shows 5 AM. I look outside the window. It is dark. The sun is still down. I folded my sheets, took my glasses which were placed near the lamp on the side table, and placed my left foot on the ground. As I was heading towards the
