Markers
A smile that leaves you wounded, you say
What about the mark you left inside my mind that
shades every expression and tints each sparkle?
A smile that leaves you wounded, you say
What about the mark you left inside my mind that
shades every expression and tints each sparkle?
* Last year, I began a new job, an unusual one that brought together all that I’d learnt in my twenties in the corporate world and since then about social media & writing. I moved out at the end of January 2013 and wrote my goodbye email to the people…
Presumption and Ego came to me. Presumption cooed, I’ll make you happy! Ego thundered, I’ll make you sad! I shrugged and said, As you please She only made me laugh He just made me cry Disappointed, I didn’t pay my fare The failed act faded I was left holding the…
It isn’t always a difference of opinion. Sometimes it’s a difference of being. And that can’t be ever be bridged. It’s exciting to try however. Like standing at the edge of a precipice and trying to touch the other side. Until one falls into the crevasse. Then it isn’t exciting….
The trophy wife wants junk jewellery.
Impulse, impulse like a wild horse is straining violently threatening to drag me along the rocks and thorns of the unknown paths Control, the reins that have subdued it all this while and blinkered my life with it are at thread-bare point and when that breaks, I can’t imagine what…
A doctor friend defined love as ‘primarily a form of OCD’. I pondered over the idea for a week and indeed, it gave me a way out of the end-of-love situation I was facing at that time. When I’m facing the inevitable disillusionment, discontent and general dissatisfaction that sets in…