Circle of Hope

I can trace the Light Of the blanket of fireflies in the woods But I can't run towards it. Because as soon I reach there, the swarm would disperse The flies would scatter Like the Fragments of a Burning Sun. And the Hopes would dissolve In the Darkness of the pitch black room With the... Continue Reading →


Darkness, the Only Listener!

The curtains fall. While one play wraps up , another begins. The protagonist waits, with parched soul and chafed lips. For me to ingnite the act. Abandoning those unheard scripts And weakly rehearsed lines, I start my monologue. The monologue of Solitude. To the only listener of all times. Darkness! And only, Darkness it is.... Continue Reading →

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