Tag: Scribble with a Scheme

  • FLOWING IN THE DREAM

    FLOWING IN THE DREAM

    It all fades away.

    The reality of the memory slowly gets evaporated into nothingness, all thanks to the dry winds generated by the moving hands of the clock. We keep the chunks escaping the sieve, and define those memories again, rewriting the nuances that suits our narration.

    We fuck reality the way we want and give birth to our hallucinations.



  • देखो

    देखो

    मेरी प्यास से सूखे हुए चेहरे की दरारें नहीं,
    आँखों में पानी को चाहने की जद्दोज़हद देखो।




  • “BLACK AND WHITE” – Poem

    “BLACK AND WHITE” – Poem

    Had love been able

    to be described,

    in either jet black

    or bone white,

    we would have been

    walking on the tightrope,

    dead centre,

    calling ourselves darkness,

    labeling each other the light.