A gaze sharp enough to catch eventhe briefest blink-less a glance,more an unraveling. The light didn’tjust see; it slipped in, uninvited,threading through places youthought were hidden. The pupil,black...

To most, it’s nothing -just water andsalt. But sometimes, a single dropholds the weight of years.It begins as a shimmer in thecorner of the eye, quiet andunannounced. It doesn’t ask forpermission....

Burning with hopes, my heart turned to ashes.I saw light and got blinded. To whom I shall vindicate the art of destruction?I kept writing what I wasn’t supposed to pen,So, it happened as it was...

No, it isn’t always happiness that we crave for,Nor it is sadness that we really want to release,We baffle because nothing is left inside.Mazed us, don’t know “What to seek, what to leave!’ And...