Friday

The slanting sunlight was reaching this particular Friday… —All Fridays are the same! He was sleeping like a house cat. —The Friday? The Air with her long fingers was stroking his back. —The Friday is a He? He purred in between hours. —All Fridays are sleepy. The world that he was designated to, made him…

Jar Full of Lemon Flowers

—Come my way for once. —Do you like the smell of lemon flowers? —Come my way for… —In my childhood I kept a jar full of lemon flowers. —Come my way.. —And since then the smell is with me, and I can’t seem to shake it off. —Come my… —It’s like the smell has grown…

A Road Sign

A beat stops. On the corner of the street a leaf mews of monsoon. Of summer sunsets. Of crumbling Eden. Of lamenting lullabies that people sang to wrap their children in infatuations. Of worlds that don’t exist. A beat stops. Just for a moment. To catch up. I think of the cruelest thing I have…

A Scent

Happy days go by like school bells . The short-lived tempos in between classes. Too fleeting. Too fluid. Happiness is gone by moments that couldn’t be seized.  Never in present.  Always in Memories.   A scent. By the time you breathed in, it has fluttered its wings away. A scent. That you almost know the…

Memory Hoarder

These objects, things in my room…. I see them and touch them, my friends come here, they sit on the floor, on the arched sofa with the cushion in their hands, with cha-cups everywhere… I pass nights after nights wide eyed asking for sleep to the nihilistic writers. I die sometimes here just to find…

Hiraeth

When days go by in sleepwalk,When you tend not to burden people,with you.When there’s a sharp echo in your head,And you do not know where the sound is coming from…Could there be echo without sound?Could there be sleepwalking without sleep?When you doze off and wake up in unknown FridaysWhen you try not to swear in…

Seppuku

The boy is a suicidal bully. Who bullied by day and planned death by night. The gate keeper of hell dropped by often. The boy, sixteen. The keeper, timeless. The gate keeper of heaven couldn’t drop by. He was depressed, and heavily sedated. The keeper of hell played Sitar pretty well. He seemed satiated enough….