The wretched hues dared to colour Their Lifeless forms to Life. They dared to dream of Hope and Grace with fervour and delight. The others hemmed and hawed and lilted Aloud their trivial whines, But their heads nodding denied When warned about their crimes. They rode on the crest of waves Swollen by the fallen … Continue reading A Palette of Pain
My memories have started To crumble and disappear. Every bit of the relics of My past that I possessed, Of those old lives I led, are Beginning to break off and Leave. They fear a reaction, perhaps. They fear that their merely 'Being' would cause an Avalanche. An avalanche of bitter sweet Thoughts of old … Continue reading Worrying Whispers
The bomb went off in my sleep. It fell through the roof apparently. The blast had taken away the Wall of my kitchen. I didn’t waste a tear on that. I saw a body near The discarded pizza box From last night. It wore a little something Familiar. The tulip design On the beige background. … Continue reading Long Life
I was ruffling Through pages And I felt A strong Desire Of ruining Sunshine And Warmth And gunning for Plain old Ire. I read through A few more pages, And I hit upon A plan. A plan for my epic; A plot that smoothly, Cunningly ran. I'd write of love And the sorry state It's … Continue reading Run the Race!
All I could see were monsters shrouded underneath normalcy. I think you'd call it paranoia, my friend. There is nothing else that I myself can aptly call it. But I'm not "qualified" to diagnose, you know! It's such a high handed game you psychologists and psychiatrists play, it some times drives me crazy! I read … Continue reading Paranoia…