Old, forgotten tales of love Woven by lowered eyes Few of which you understand Glances and gentle sighs.Not destined to receive, The love you hanker for, That act demands largesse And pain worth dying for.Those lips may never touch And fingers never weave, Nights not turn to evenings And ...Read More
Undo each moment till the closure. The memory of his hand in yours. Undo every memory you shaped. Every dream in your mind that you taped. Undo the ‘I will be here forever’ Because there is no everafter. Undo the want to be his. The ...Read More
I want to listen… To the sound of fireworks To the sound of nervous breaths To the sound of hearts beating To the sound of lips kissing. To happy smiles To the tears that over-whelm To joyous thoughts To naïve excitement. To the chirping birds To the flowing river To the whooshing ...Read More
In your silence I died a million deaths. So many questions and fears came rushing to my mind! Did I do too little.. or too much, Did I say too little... or too much, Did I share too little... or too much, Is it because ...Read More
He keeps himself busy. So he doesn't have the time to keep checking the calendar. He has refused himself the pleasure of counting the hours since she left but he cannot seem to ignore days. He knows it's a Monday ...Read More
To Love. To lose. And to never love again is a sickening feeling. She had trusted herself, built a wall around her nobody would penetrate, yet it had happened. Probably one sided as she did not know his feelings for ...Read More
The shore whispers to the sea... What are your waves struggling to tell me? The sea is speechless... numb with a haunting silence... The waves unable to let the shore know, the bliss of every caress...every touch, The sheer contentment is in the 'knowing'... nothing can part the sea from the shore.... An ...Read More
You walk ahead of me. And I keep pace with you when I can. Often, I lose sight of you. Suddenly…when I look down at a pebble I trip on, if I look at one of the sights that lie ...Read More
This is what she had wanted. With a maddening urgency and desperation, like thirst for water after a long spell of draught. So what if the rains came four months ago, and had drenched her. With moisture soaking into clothes, ...Read More
Eyes full of longing Search for him in the crowd Is that him? Is that he who comes in? Is there a doubt? Of course it is him … Tall and dapper Suave and elegant… There he comes, striding towards me… Here he is… the love of my life Together we ...Read More
Victor Rangel-Ribeiro’s Loving Ayesha and Other Stories (Harper Collins India) is a collection that first appeared in 2003, but apart from a couple of stories, that have appeared in magazines, I read this entire collection only just now and this late discovery is a ...Read More
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