Pieces

She emerged from training for a few weeks all on her own but for some banal tweaks.

if you find a thing that is so that whoever has it can't keep it and whoever doesn't have it can always get it back then this a thing that is to be avoided in the beginning —

collect your grief and inject it in words spill them on paper and shred it to tatters to piece yourself together —

ख्वाब हे वो माशूका जो तुझे मिलने से रहा, हकीकत हे वो हमसफर जिसे तुने है ठुकरा दिया सपनों का घर है नींदो मे उन्हे वहीं तू छोड दे जो हकीकत सम्झोता लगे वहीं सुकून है जान ले — A d...

The vendor at the counter hands me a stapler, wondering why I need yet another.

At least you are dead.

A dubious draft of air comes, goes as if wondering if the air’s welcoming Soft rays tiptoe by the window as if shy to come inside Sprinkles of the sky lie in drops of dew as if...

Seek poetry in a wisp of smoke, or closure in some ashes stories below newspaper headlines peace after bygone deadlines a castle in the air a choice that is fair the absence of...

Velvet-like violet erupts in a riot on miniscule white canvases harp-like; focused at a bunch of seeds.