En Attente

Whispers, hushed murmuring Dark creatures in the alley shimmering The roar and the growl is the old game Now they saunter amidst, like dogs tame With the moves of chess board And pocket full of hidden swords They are ready to pounce Watch out! Everywhere they bounce Listen to their murky voices As the monster… Continue reading En Attente

B-Bells (26 X 26)

continued from A-Angel (26 X 26) “Do you realize that I don’t understand a word you are saying?” “Jeez! Why do you, humans, have to be so slow all the time? Is all of your kind the same, like you or you are the exception?” “I am not slow; it is you who is being… Continue reading B-Bells (26 X 26)

A-Angel (26 X 26)

When I opened my eyes there he was, staring down on me with his purple orbs. I sat up with a jerk and asked in a reflex, “Who are you?” He didn’t say anything and looked at me as if he was waiting for me to remember something. It was only then I noticed my… Continue reading A-Angel (26 X 26)

Book Review: The Masquerade

https://www.facebook.com/181426375325530/videos/2616358685269530/ The Masquerade Recently, I had the pleasure of reading - The Masquerade- a psychological suspense thriller, written by Manita V. Although a Dermatologist by profession, she is an exceptional storyteller and have been crafting captivating stories for many years now. I have been reading her work, closely, for couple of years and have witnessed… Continue reading Book Review: The Masquerade

Thousand Miles

As I shed all my leaves & embark on a journey anew, to the land where no one eaves so, mark my words a few- “This life is all you have, shape it like all you want. Don’t let other drag you down and forget the words I can’t” “This life is all you have,… Continue reading Thousand Miles

Blood In My Vein

Another week, another challenge. I am totally enjoying this contest for NaPoWriMo, hosted by very generous John Reyes. You all are very welcome to join in on the fun! For this week, I present you my lyrical attempt inspired by Memories by Maroon 5. Hopefully, you will enjoy the song, at least 😉 I close… Continue reading Blood In My Vein

Jazzy Spill

The color of my quill,changes with the strength of my will.Sometimes, its strokes are blackbecause of the heart it lacksand the darkness it holds,hidden beneath its multiple folds.Often, its ink is pure whitebecause of the innocence it stores inside.It also paints the canvas bluebecause of the tantrum which life threw.At times, it changes to red,because… Continue reading Jazzy Spill

Fire VI

continued from part V. Fire sat on the carpet with her back slumped against the bed’s wooden frame with emptiness in her eyes; there was no hope left on that beautiful face. My heart sank deep at the look; I would trade my life to see her smile, to hear her laugh, to watch her… Continue reading Fire VI