You, who is reading this!

  Am I forgetting your voice? Has it been that long? I still love you, but probably I do not like you anymore, or do I? Have I always been in double-mindedness, or maybe not? There was a time when I was totally awestruck by you, am I not now? Am I sane, or maybe…

Yet another night of her Absence!

“In search of those flowers, The invisible flowers, Silence of this darkness, Breaks me into pieces, Fragments, too many and too tiny, And each speaks the same language, That this night is so very familiar with, A thousand such nights, And a billion tiny fragments, Each hoping in the dark, If one among those many…

SNOW..

and the unknown greyish mystifying forest was benumbed into the frost-covered cold again and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of beasts unleashing the coldness in her and in those colds, she would run to hide, hide into his words. she would run across the icy road and slip…

A promise to the Moon!

“Far away from you, Deeply in love with you, Away on your birthday, I can’t give anything else But a promise That I ‘ll love you forever, Whatever However Till I become ashes Even those specs of my ash will crave for you, Till the end of all eternity, I promise to be deeply madly…

” Rise from your Grave “

“Rise from your grave, Even if you feel satisfied in the warmth of the soil, Rise from your ashes, Even if you don’t see any point, Rise from the dark pit, Even if there’s no light, But for the love of the universe, Please Rise, Wake up, my Friend, Rise from your Grave. Long you…

” Rise from your Grave “

“Rise from your grave, Even if you feel satisfied in the warmth of the soil, Rise from your ashes, Even if you don’t see any point, Rise from the dark pit, Even if there’s no light, But for the love of the universe, Please Rise, Wake up, my Friend, Rise from your Grave. Long you…

EL#1

To, My dearest Abby, someone I have truly adored all these years and have grown really fond of. yes, am finally breaking the vows and writing to you.  I don’t have much time left Abby and in my last moments, I don’t know how many do I really have, I just want to write to…

The Last Stop!

And as the car halted at the changing of the lower spectra to giant upper bright spectra of light caused by the causal rotation of the great ball of fire, her thoughts came to a halt too. It has been customary for her since years to stop there and wait in an endless trail of…

“The Moon, the Sun and the lone tree”

Abhi Singh. Amritsar, Punjab. 23 September,2017(20:17) “The lone tree stands withered All along those beautiful shores, Witnessing the Sun in all its glory, The Sun ready to die, The tree a mere witness, And the stream a mere reflection, Of both glory and their longing, The Sun craves for the moon, Burning in it’s own…

Rains!

“What?” She said “Nothing” he replied with jejune disarray “Why are you looking at me like that then? She asked him getting up from the lounge sofa to trace the perilous design of raindrops falling from one oblivion to another cutting her from the cacophony of the club dissolving her mind in primordial soup of…

Memoir

Her eyes saved his life, her shadow became his shade, her dreams released his darkness… after so many years of sleeplessness he became an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic and he couldn’t take it anymore. When the great ball of fire would set to an unending rotational oblivion, he instead of sleeping would enter the…

” How could I not loose myself to nights like these?”

11th April, 2017. 23:55 (Akhnoor: on the shores of river Chenab). “Every time I look up into the night sky Dark night, silence dominates I find bliss Looking at the moon,  Lighting the darkness away, I look at the moon, The moon shines back brighter, As if telling me, She understands my pain, As if…