Starved Soul

it was like a pig in trash wearing ashes of a cigarette with the smell of urine; insects eating the ash because there’s no skin. it was starvation till bones and until, eating bowls were under the eyes. there were no words or stars, it Read More …

Don’t fall in love with me

I will take you to the meadows and let you feel the nature’s wave wash over you, while the sun shines not too bright and the sky is just the right color of grey. You will learn to fall in love with silent libraries, spiral Read More …

My fourth love

(Featured image credits: Kanishka Rohilla) I smelled the rose she gave me; it was the best smell in the world. Until, I smelled her naked self intertwined with mine; brushing my palm all over her body, her head on my chest; that deep sense of Read More …