I am a writer and between the lines is where I wield power. My garden, my damn flowers. Words, mine to create and in the flick of a wrist to destroy. In this delusion I found my sanity, in this charade I thought I had found my art. Little did I know that as I… Read More The Lost World
Relations are precious and yet the most complex, ambiguous and difficult to define, maintain and understand. Life is a process of letting go. What hurts is, not taking a moment to say goodbye. If we imagine our life to be a non-linear line the people with whom we form relations are the curves. Some may be… Read More Lines Holding Relations
She was dark, Flawless Like the midnight With eyes, Like stars shining In a clear sky. The only lines that the creator ever drew on Her, were on the palms. Lines that ran like chains, lines that criss-crossed, over-lapped and ran across the length and breadth of her palms snaking through the curves as if… Read More Lines
