The Window

The white smoke rapidly escapes the distant chimneys - Two brothers standing side by side through thick and thin. Oh how they burn! The waste less, my heart more, like red hot lava coated with grey ashes. I gaze and gaze, Hoping you would look back. Shush! It’s a secret. No one is supposed to [...]

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I don’t miss home,

Of course I don’t miss home, Though it’s cold out here but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I miss the warmth. Of course I don’t miss home, Yes, I confess that the green bed of my dorm, The matching duvets and pillows aren’t as somniferous as the violet hues of my room, The humongous pin [...]

Day Twenty Six – The Black Ink

The black ink Printing an accidentally smeared finger on the page, Visible from the dyes seeping into the corners of my nails, Or the ideas lying uncovered by a few binary signals Or simply an ugly scribbling at the end of the book - Is the temptation, the treasure, the teacher, the possession, the obsession, [...]

A wasted vocabulary

Words give away, you know. The snitch. Ratting bastards. Force your detachment, a vehement denial or a secret acceptance for a fiction juxtaposed on a non-fiction and yet they would make the forbidden revelations anyway. Tell them not to and they would confess loudly and openly your hitherto secrets even before you could confess it to [...]