The Trickster’s Tournament

Apolitical as I may seem I rarely ever be, For I am the residue of a tournament A devious Trickster's Meet!   Now I was born in a normal family With some honest bread to eat. We slept by dozens on empty stomachs But were never preached to cheat.   Oh but the Devil is …

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We heard it all … We know it all

I hear an echo distant yet near. It seems as if someone is whispering in my ear. "We know your secrets too well." "What ... what secrets?" I look around and analyse the eccentric sound. It think I know the voice behind the echo but I am unable to place a finger on it. Is it …

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उड़ आया बचपन

आज हवा के झोंके संग कुछ बादल आये, बारिश का सा आलम था पर उम्मीद कम, पिछली बार बस बूंदों की याद भर दिला गए थे। काफी कुछ उड़ा ले जाती हैं हवा अपने आगोश में, पर कभी कभी कुछ ले भी आती हैं तोहफे सा, शायद यही से return गिफ्ट का दौर चला हो? …

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Sins Of The Father

He is always on the rocking chair. The floor creaks when he rocks the chair but mostly he is asleep. My memory has no other picture of my Grandpa - Sleeping on a rocking chair with his head hanging on one side and mouth slightly open just enough to hold the saliva from dripping down. …

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