A dark night to pass by… Or is it a tunnel to eclipse my sky? Is it a pedantic whim … Or a lambent light exists at the brim? Confusion argues in my mind, Am I searching for divine? I just chose a path to tread A path beyond my butter & bread. Fear grips the tumultuous heart Lest the eclipse turns more dark. Surfeit questions form their net, I cannot revel & I don’t regret!
I have been writing since I was in class five, and I have written (like many others) for myself and kept my writings hidden in the pages of my diary. After 10 years of office and family duties I finally brought the writer in me out of the closet and started sharing my writings on public forums. The first time I did so , my story was selected by Penguin Publishers and Mrs Sudha Murty and published in an anthology "Something Happened on the Way to Heaven". This encouraged me to share my works further. So here I am ...
Turn the corner and you will find, some dark figures huddled together under the rains of words. In a fractured embrace. One chunk of floating pain falls on you. The assassin had come quietly. A song was knifed today. Turn
Exacerbating, falling in dust, searching the dead truths on pills of abandoned bodies of lies. The dawn brings out the trapped victims of transmigration from capricum to capricon. Then they commit a mass suicide around hymns to seduce the god
I witnessed the death of the universe… Tumbling, crushing, spinning in the maddening chaos of the spiral Time! Eternity… ceased to exist, Time… was no more, my soul ripped asunder the stars… show no more! Pleading internally I succumb my