Poems/Stories
Comparison is relative, contentedness is real. If someone asks us, “ Which one is greater, x or y?” We “smartly” counter-question, “How am I supposed to compare when I don’t know what x and y
To be able to sum up life is probably what life is about. Finding the purpose of life bestowed upon us is probably the purpose of life. There is no definite meaning of life. It
Dear P,
The relationship that we share is at times confining, but most of the time relieving and elevating. To have gotten to know everything that goes around you
She still crosses his mind,
There are still avenues and highways
named after her in his brain,
But they now lead to a dead end.
His heart still has a cabin etched after her,
It still skips a beat at the thought of her,
But then, it is followed by a sharp ache
that makes her blur.
The irises still dilate at her glance,
The eyes still awe and shine when they see her,
But the lids have now learned to close them at her sight.
I have always been a reserved guy. I go out, but with limited people – all boys. Also, I was yet to come to terms with the idea of going out with girl(s), friends I
People gravitate to her as a reflex-
She’s quite a crowd-pleaser.
She makes friends from strangers,
Changes adversary to well-wisher.
She likes to hug people as if
They have never been hugged before.
She listens to same old stories like
She’s never listened to them before.
She wears her heart on her sleeves-
And pours it without thinking twice.
She lives her life not to regret-
Always prepared to pay the price.
She shares her table with strangers
Even her plate and stories with pleasure
Leaves an impression on everyone
And an
It was a fairly bright day – not as bright as any other day. The clouds were gathering – showing some real promise. The streets needed some washing and the trees would gleefully accept some
I recently had an accident while riding the scooter. I took home a fractured wrist, a few bruises, torn trousers, and a roughed-up scooter with a couple broken parts that day. But that is not