On Constancy

Constancy is like numbness. It cannot be perceived; it is a flat line of inactivity.  What can be sensed is flaws and fluctuation. And sometimes, I'm numbed. This numbed state of my mind leads me very easily into a state of comfortable deterioration. It makes me feel at home in my comfort zones and that…

Deeper than the night

They sat side by side. The monochrome from the garden lamp cast two shadows on the ground- their contours only inches away from just brushing past each other. Their figures were settled so comfortably against the background that it seemed as if the cold night had awaited their warm smiles for long. They smiled; eyes…

Unaltered words

​Eyes look like Vacant emotion Of dry tears  The plea to cry lidded Beneath thick walls of kohl Utterances, answers- reduced To orphan talk in phoney voice  Unclaimed belief frets loosely  Within the hold of hypocritic truth  Movements, motion- maimed  To mere mechanic ticking of time  Forced routine and dreary steps  Fall back into cycles…