The world often talks about freedom, but woman seem to have it less. The world is a tricky pathway when you have to extract freedom…
The full moon
The moon rises to shine, The wolves raise their head to whine. I spent ten years in struggle. Taming many tails that waggle. I spent…
The Black Curtain chapter XXVII
“Have you seen the letter? Marco asked me. “I am seeing it for the past three hours.” Reasha replied. “Great, what do you know?” He…
The Crescent Moon 🌙
Completely incomplete yet beautiful. This is a new series spread across ten years and an office life, an Indian girl, her life changes and phases….
Tears are good!!
Tears are good!! Tears are good, really they are, indeed. Tears are better than smiles since they show you your own, and those who are…
Soothing to the eyes, I can call it
This is not mine. This is a compensation for torturing you guys with my precious piece of fictitious tale in the micro fiction. 🙀
Redolence of Borke micro fiction
Disclaimer: horribly gory you may find it but original flash fiction. The smells, it’s always the smells. Infinite yet infinitesimally small, tiny, fragmented, dissected, deciphered,…
But then love is now old
Love is old when it strikes me, Love is not the funny freaky kind, Neither messy, nor couture countless caressing carcass. It is more of…
I chose to love it that way one time
It is a continuation of narrative poetry. But, then love touched the poetry, the truest form and I would sway a little. But, then the…