Manufactured God

Once upon a time, glorious man ruled this world, Blessed he was with brains, beauty, knowledge & culture. Till throw away all his bounty he did, And enslave himself to his own creation sordid – Money. Now money determines what and where we read, Or if we’ll end up as bums on the street. Money…

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Burying the Childhood

It was a particularly bright day for a funeral. The sun was shining down in all its golden glory. The air was thick with pollen from spring flowers. The small town was mostly at the Paanja jheel, boating, enjoying family picnics. Lovers were canoodling amongst the bushes. Everyone was out celebrating the onset of spring and the…

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Stuck

You were standing here At this same spot, where You held my hand last year. How clear you were, When you said Those three words, Convinced that nothing Could shake us, break us. But death did. … Now wisps of air They’ve become, Those three words, And you, you’ve turned Your back to ‘us’. You…

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Twinkling Lights

That last night haunted her for years. That night powdery rain covered the landscape like dew. It had rained heavily the whole day, but now it seemed the clouds were beginning to lose steam, as if to say, ‘this is all we’ve got’. The slick roads of her small village glistened in the moonlight like…

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