The One-Way Street Called Time

There is only one road in the City of Life. This mythical city flourishes on the Planet of Thought of each bipedal on earth. One citizen - the owner of the planet - resides in the City. This wonderful city, filled with facilities of Love, Anger, Compassion, Happiness, Guilt and so on, supported by industries...

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Poem: Starry Shores

Many folks think, About the sea and the sand, When the sun is up, And clouds are away from land.   But what they know not, Is the beauty of the ocean, After the celestial orb sinks, Beneath the vast brine potion.   As ochre darkens to mauve, With our star’s diurnal adieu, She weaves...

Poem: The Rhythm of Life

In the tiny corridor, Sat a frail old woman, With her eyes open wide, But seeing none.   Vacant empty eyes, Filled with tears and prayer, For her daughter and her child, And sins that required repair.   Not so long ago, She had been pacing on the same floor, When Paul’s poor heart, Could...

Secret of the Manuscript

An ordinary stock audit of an old library isn't exactly what it seems...

A Letter to My Deceased Mother

A heartfelt letter to my dear mother.

Drug of Choice

“But Neerav, what are you saying?”, she could hardly hold the phone in her hand. The sudden gush of sweat countered the friction between the phone and her palms and the handset slipped from her hand. She picked it up, hurriedly wiped its aberrated screen and laid it on the counter. She steadied herself against...