On a busy street, named Orleans, I play the jazz, from my toes. Music is not going to erase it away… On a rainy day, named Katrina, I play hide and seek, from the raindrops. The weather is not going to dry them away… On a windowsill, named Washington, I play freedom, from my caged… Continue reading On a…
“Europe, the soil on which Fascism took root, is watching the rise of Donald Trump with dismay.” Anyone, who is interested in political affairs of the world, or is following the recent coverage of the American presidential election campaign; will recognize the impact of Roger Cohen’s thesis statement of his article – published in The… Continue reading Don Voyage!
She was numb. Not from the pain. But from the sensation. Blood was running from her hands and it was not hers. Lying before this little girl, was her attacker. The ‘prude’ who made her bleed for the first time. The ‘noble’ who was desperate for a cunt. But, the little angel had been warned… Continue reading A Numb Child.
Perhaps, the most underrated genres in ‘literary circles’, and the most bankable ones, these days are, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and Young Adult (YA). In recent years, the Dystopian genre as gained momentum, however, this post, will deal with the intricate nature of these so-called ‘non-serious literary genres’. As much as I love the classics, there is… Continue reading Rediscovering ‘A Discovery of Witches’ by Deborah Harkness
‘My only crime?’ she asked the Judge, who was going to lay down her sentence, ‘was that I was not strong enough to do it earlier. He, who claimed to be my protector, my husband, violated me. He violated every inch of me. Not only did I suffer abuse by him, but I was repeatedly… Continue reading My Crime?
Sometimes, it is better to make friends with strangers as opposed to being friends with friends who take you for granted, bash you for anything creative you do, and taunt you for being you. Or it is better to be friends with Allah, God, Om, whatever you wanna call the Almighty. He will never leave… Continue reading
I lay under the dim stars, Thinking about him and me, About our chemistry, Our sexual tensions, Our intellect, How we are in-sync, Yet somehow, I feel that, I am Uncertain. I lay on my bed, Thinking about his lust for me, About our late night calls, In heated passion. Our role-playing, And he claiming… Continue reading Uncertain…