During Nights

There is a certain apricity in the way you speak of labelled trophies and dark fields, the battles you win and the nights you surrender your head to darkness. The muffled silences, the melancholy on the walls, in the air, resting on the windowsill. The dust surely knows how to stay and listen quietly as… Continue reading During Nights

Nature: The Healer (Fiction) 

I sat on the wooden swing chair in my balcony befuddled, discombobulated. Isolated from the world in my own company. Though, in search of my own self rummaging about things and circumstances. The lustrous bliss of sun was about to set hence, giving the way to lose its identity to the diamond shine moon. What… Continue reading Nature: The Healer (Fiction)