Ceilings and cigarettes at 3 AM The radium stars on my wall glow like hope at the end of a tunnel Infinite tunnels of endless hopes, and infinite ends of a hopeless life. Did you notice that dreams and death both start with D – the letter of dawn, and
Category: Writer’s Corner
Sunset – A Poem For Bengaluru
This city has the prime of life boiling in her veins… Neon car lights glow up her whimpers Through endless cups of coffee and whirlwind weekends She seeks peace far from her epicentre She keeps forgetting the scars on her shoulders, Eroding slowly with so many sighs at the dead
More Than My Job: This Brilliant Tech Expert Is Also A Bestselling Poet!
She is a poet who pursued a career in technology. She is a columnist who codes. She is a motivational speaker who mentors aspiring writers. She is a published author who sings Hindustani Classical and 80s Rock with equal ease. And yes, in case you are wondering, we are still
Rêve de minuit
Stepping out of my midnight dream I disowned my conscience in the most overlooked corner of your room. A band-aid or two will hide the silent wounds, I am sure. So I get back to staring at you — Glistening in a sweaty glaze of my pungent perfume. A hundred
Come, Have A Cup of Tea At Writer’s Block
In a demure little corner of Fiction Cafe, the faint murmur and occasional gasps of a sidelined character are interrupting the otherwise deafening silence of the place. As the clickety-clack of the typewriter slowly speeds up like a sharp interlude in a symphony, Ms Bite-Her-Nails is politely asked to leave