​The possibility of being

The bursts of euphoria in your head. The memories of the firsts wading into the thoughts of could be-s. The molecules implore you to run out, pass through. Steal a glance. Convince yourself.  She exists.  The repeated splashing of water, wiping your glasses when you look up and the haze tells you that it's not … Continue reading ​The possibility of being


​The pin called reality

The 'safety' pin, overgrown nails, the palpable pressure of the aggression you never knew existed.  One sharp prick, enough pressure, and there it goes.  I dislike the sound. I dislike the impact. I like balloons. In shapes and colours. Especially the ones that refuse to stop the sky. 

But where is the city of stars

City of stars.  It's a murky blue.  I assume it's a blue.  Stroke one. Stroke three. And then then finally the light from the stick goes out.  Reality? It's just a grey. If you stare hard enough, there probably is a star.  It's not shining bright. The stick. Fifteen INR. That's what shines bright. And … Continue reading But where is the city of stars