My Anodyne

Your tainted love It trickles down Like an IV drip, Plops into me A bit by bit, and I feel Foolishly sanguine, comatose. I am your hallowed vessel, On a lethal dose of you I’ve overdosed. I never noticed When my own blood Turned to water In your hands, When I found myself warped Into…

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PROFANITY IN EVERYDAY CONVERSATIONS

Originally posted on Candles Online:
“She’s my bitch!”  “Yo wassup dawg?!” If you’ve been around in the world (of course you have) you’ve heard the above statements that have become a sort of fashion statement these days. ‘Hip’ girls and boys referring to their friends or their boyfriends/girlfriends thus and without any qualms too. Note…

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Harem Pants

She wore harem pants to a Hindustani classical music concert. In an assemblage of cumbersome saris and silk kurta-pyjamas, antique jewellery glinting from robust necks and rounded bosoms, and kohled eyes and vermillion foreheads that looked like they belonged at the court of a decadent Rajah, her ikat harem pants should not have stood out,…

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R.E.S.P.E.C.T: What’s Age Got To Do With It?

It’s a universal practice to teach all children, from the cradle up, that they ought to respect their elders. They’re taught not just to respect but also to be of help to the elderly, to tolerate their tempers, if ever the occasion arose, and to be kind and compassionate to them. It’s what I was…

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Published: Two Stories on Story Mirror

Dear Readers, I’d like to share the news of the publication of two of my stories on Story Mirror. The first is – The Human Museum (Dystopian Fantasy) The second is – It Started With a Crash (Romance, Tragedy) Now some of you may remember reading It Started With A Crash about a year back. It…

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Itch

This itch Hurts, Suffocates, Bleeds. This itch I’ll scratch Till I reveal What’s hidden Underneath. All your Excuses; All your Pretences, I’ll scratch, Scratch, Scratch, Till nought remains Of your conjectures And your lofty disdain. What are you? Only a scab I want rid of. A reminder of A deleterious past; A fetid pus Born…

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