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For my grandma Amidst the dance of furtive chances, I wished just once, wished to be with you like the day, to dance with you in the rain. I wished to be by your side always, not like the night creeping quietly like a… Continue Reading “I wished”
“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 was smoking again. “This is an eight page story. First page is written to you. Next two pages is… Continue Reading “The Black Curtain chapter XXVII”
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. A fictions tale. “No fiction is untrue at some point yet not wholly true. ” Save the author from… Continue Reading “The Crescent Moon 🌙”
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 pawns of The world, clowns behind the bar. Tears are a window when your vision is blur, yet you… Continue Reading “Tears are good!!”
This is not mine. This is a compensation for torturing you guys with my precious piece of fictitious tale in the 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, desirous dereliction. Smells of humans, each human smells different. It is smells of humans which when match we marry,… Continue Reading “Redolence of Borke micro fiction”
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 always, it is like those old ones who stay together, live life free, bold together. They are blind or… Continue Reading “But then love is now old”
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 winds will always touch him within the spirits of the white coat. When you love truly, You love alone… Continue Reading “I chose to love it that way one time”
Marco folded the yellow paper before presenting it to me on a tray made of very fine porcelain I could see. “Here.” He looked at it like it was a cooked delicacy to be savoured immensely. There was total absence of everything called life… Continue Reading “The Black Curtain chapter XXVI”
This is a narrative romantic poem Please leave your likes and comments on the attempt. The sleep came late, the faces of despair hung around long, kids on wheels, the white hairs flew amongst the blues and the greys. The sleep came late. My… Continue Reading “This night I dreamt of you”
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