A walk through my world of words
WHY DO I WRITE? This seems like a simple question posed to us writers and of course a usual answer is the cliche' of undying love for writing OR inspired by reading etc. But this is a question more often than not full-time writers ask themselves. Every time there is a rejection, a compromise, monetary …
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Beads of sweat set on Joe’s forehead. Summer was still far but the weight of the gunny bag was taking a toll on him. Three years he had done this work but today seemed more tiring. He stopped to drink. He carefully placed the gunny bag against the tree and pulled out the sipper tied …
On the day I was unborn I took a stroll around the earth A few steps here, a few steps there Around the vastness of its girth Treading along unknown territory Wading through waters Marked as another’s sanctuary Lands spread across The wines and the creepers The trees standing tall Watching like time keepers I …
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.
