Lumbar Room By Saki

Lumber Room By Saki

A story by Saki perfectly explains how a child’s imagination always come into conflict with dull and constricted world of adults Last night, I was reading a story ‘Lumber Room’ written by Hector Hugh Munro, better known by his pen name 'Saki' where he draws a contrast between the world of an adult and a … Continue reading Lumber Room By Saki

Bottled Up

Bottled Up

I poked a hole in a hard-boiled egg naively expecting it would change it's nature and would turn soft, but it proved itself just another fucking ball of life— unyielding, conventional controlled, non-willing. Basically, a new humanoid in the making. In the realm of possibilities, will I ever see things beyond man-made artifice?

Creation

Creation

A wrestler in the ring attacked by another wrestler showing the same feats of courage as his opponent against his opponent not to win the battle but to prove his identity that others render as supercilious but for him, is as equivalent as a law because he is an object not a subject in the … Continue reading Creation

Ice And Fire

Ice And Fire

If life ever asked me to marry anyone contrary to my decision of not marrying any, I will marry any physically-abled man because I'm a mentally-abled woman myself. He will channel all his efforts to decrease my pain and to camouflage me against physical or emotional calamities; while I, being not in a proper mental … Continue reading Ice And Fire

Tete a tete

Tête-à-Tête

I wanted to efface some pages of my life So I asked for help from my friend. She was busy collecting and compiling the torn pages of the notebook she was carrying so she asked me to wait for a while. I kept waiting - she kept compiling them. After some time, I expressed my … Continue reading Tête-à-Tête

Slayed

I can't give him anything except some weak hopes and bleak accounts, that are not sufficient enough to make him feel the pain, not of losing me, but of losing a chance to wag with pride and conceit in the midst of those moments that still reek of our togetherness, and bring me the tales … Continue reading Slayed

Not One Of Those People

Not One Of Those People

I feel I'm not one of those people for whom monetary terms define the values, who always succeed in saving their crowns of intelligence, and prove their worth, importance and significance. I wish I was brilliant like them, so when they would pronounce the word 'brilliant', I would say there's a word with whom I … Continue reading Not One Of Those People

Pseudostein

Pseudostein

It has been ages since I penned my thoughts to lessen their strength, their might by letting them embroil in deafening gossips, and heart-wrenching monologues Back then, I used to let them fly as high as they could to shoulder my intellect through their experiences, It still makes me cry when I think of those nascent … Continue reading Pseudostein

Possession

Possession

I had a subtle thought in my mind-- I hate it when he answers my back nudges my love, and spaces my qualms in, by giving me a set of canons to let my love abide them. This very thought soaked my eyes not with tears but with the reminiscences of past-- those similar incidents … Continue reading Possession

I Don't Know

I Don’t Know

The moment, when your heart gets clouded with a plenty of opinions: some of yours, some of others, and you keep on moving what to seek, what to leave and how to form your own opinions, is the moment that devastates you. You know a particular act is right and have a bulk of arguments … Continue reading I Don’t Know