Thoughts of hate eRupt from cracks on my skin stAins of blood malign your promises stePs I take into the vacuum you created grasP the barbed wire to overcome my fall no onE around to hear me scream your name trappeD in the abyss of love – the epitaph on my grave. -Vibha
“Why don’t you get yourself checked for amnesia?” screamed Neha throwing a pillow at Amit. “Because I forget, I have to do so.” he replied winning the catch. This was the third time Amit had forgotten to pick Neha from the office and drove straight back home. Just three months into their marriage the love …
A shelf of nobodies Covered in dust Gold engraved Leather jackets Covered in timeless Lifeless chores Waiting To be opened And flipped Revealing Yellowed ageing Paper Dried ink Tear smeared Blood gashed Raw wounds Of words ... unsaid ... hidden ... trampled ... silenced. - Vibha
A simple short story of friendship between two men separated by social class but bonded by conversation. I wrote this story when I graduated from poetry to prose and it may not have the finesse as people seek but it is close to my heart.
lie - a one sided story none refute they blend, churn and spice up to claim stake in destroying a simply believable truth.
The magician had tricks up his sleeve He hid trinkets in its weave The rich enjoyed his show too many The poor did not find him funny Their trinkets lost, he could not retrieve.
He took a wife to make love Ended up washing her silk glove His life came to halt Took it with a pinch of salt A true story written above!