A tablespoon of rust mixed in blood and a pinch of acid for my bones A serrated piece of steel to hold the banged-up liver and a handful of sand in my eyes. With a bag new bought and shining wheels instead of toes I’ve been pushed down the road of conformity. Reeling and rattling, Read more…

Since when have the windows become the cages of dreams? Iron rods piecing apart the roads out of reach.   Since when have the curtains turned from shield to sheath? Zipping away sunlight, darkness beneath.   Since when have the doors stopped opening at all? My demons and dreams have started sharing the hall.   Read more…

She willed herself not to check her phone to see if he had replied or not. It had been three days already. She hated to constantly check his ‘last seen at…’ status and yes, he had logged in just five minutes ago. Yet, she could not stop herself. This sinking feeling of hearing absolutely nothing Read more…