Snapshots: A Dream

I have always wondered what dreams are; and there have always been many answers. From imagination to alternate dimension, I have heard and understood a lot of explanations. I still remain dissatisfied though. I often find myself coming back to what my grandmother told me about them. When I was a little girl, I felt … Continue reading Snapshots: A Dream

(SnapShots) On the side of the road…

Oxymorons. I find them amusing. Two opposite words making a sensible phrase. 'Act naturally'. 'Deafening silence'. 'Open secret'. That little, 13 year old boy would have found this ironical. Something that doesn't belong together creating eloquent meanings and people that fit together like two pieces of puzzle moving apart as sun rays do. Sitting in this car, his … Continue reading (SnapShots) On the side of the road…

(SnapShots) On The Side Of The Road…

Oxymorons. I find them amusing. Two opposite words making a sensible phrase. 'Act naturally'. 'Deafening silence'. 'Open secret'. That little, 13 year old boy would have found this ironical. Something that doesn't belong together creating eloquent meanings and people that fit together like two pieces of puzzle moving apart as sun rays do. Sitting in this car, his … Continue reading (SnapShots) On The Side Of The Road…

Nadia

In the closets of my conscience And in the pits of my mind I have locked away a few regrets And I have buried a few fears Well, I have written shittier poems, so this one doesn't seem so bad. Poems are the dark craters of my moon. It's not their fault. I will never … Continue reading Nadia

First Job

Occupy Daily Prompt: First Job Srikanth was from a "middle-class", humble home. His mom cooked and took care of the house. They lived in a rented apartment. His dad owned a Kirana shop on the ground floor of the same building. He also had a younger sister who was better at studies than he was … Continue reading First Job

(SnapShots) Fingers

Writing 201: Poetry. Prompt - fingers. Form - prose poem. Device - Assonance. FINGERS It was just before midnight. I was reading Alice In Wonderland. My eyes felt like an elastic band stretched too long. I was putting my tab away when a reflection caught my eye. Shimmering on it's black screen was the street … Continue reading (SnapShots) Fingers

(SnapShots)The Day He Lied To Me

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. I have two kids. Two Boys. A 6-yr-old and a 4-yr-old. Surely, they have cute habits and adorable things to say. They are such angels, you know..... ..well, until they are not. You know what I am talking about. Don't judge … Continue reading (SnapShots)The Day He Lied To Me

Angels and Feathers

Somewhere not too far away, a boy had a wish. And like all other kids in the Land, his wish was to fly. Day and night they tired, but in vain. They gathered the grass, sometimes the leaves. Never really knowing if that is what they need. The Supreme One of the Land,when found them … Continue reading Angels and Feathers

(SnapShots) Stuck

Write Over the Weekend inspiration for this time On an important day, you get stuck in a bathroom. What happens next?   They said this house was haunted.The decaying walls and scattered junk didn't bother me. It is our refuge.  I recall every last detail searching for something that would suggest anything other than the … Continue reading (SnapShots) Stuck

(SnapShots) I am but your reflection….

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggersby BlogAdda. It is the night of August 14th. You are sleeping peacefully until a lady, who identifies herself by the name of Mother India, wakes you up and starts talking. What does she talk to you? I felt it's serenity reach my … Continue reading (SnapShots) I am but your reflection….