Being Caged

You would know if you have spent a night all by yourself in the countryside. How the dampening moonlight quivers around the eyes while delivering to the ears packets of rhythmic noise from a wedding party on miles away. In the lonely sheet of helplessness where you lay uneasy, these parcels recreate the many weddings you have… Read More Being Caged

With

  With A Potter man’s hands And with a Watch repairer’s eyes I wish to hold and see   With A Professor’s pen And with a Doctor’s Needle I wish to write and pinch   With A Manual Scavenger’s Head And with a Banker’s Calculator I wish to ferry and count   With A Priest’s… Read More With

Strikes

Thank heavens! Infatuations last but hours and minutes. God forbid the outcomes this churning of the being would have had if it were to extend into days of my life that are to follow? This ambience arrests the mind and soul, imprisons it for a phase. Yearning as Wells says in The Time Machine has… Read More Strikes