Musing

Why do our breaths get so frail that when we meet death, we leave and do it with such courage that only ashes remain in our wake? And then with memories and souls that survive, we decide to eke out a newer course until later, waiting until breath becomes frail again and the heart gets...

Synapse.

Of bags that weigh a ton, And trinkets that hold a smile. Of muddied poignancies, And grins that are worth a dime Of parched turmoils, And caustic nights, balmy when on mute. Of mercurial words, And sombre steps Of silences unbroken, And hamartias errant Of pauses too deep, And thoughts, synaptic. Of journeys that start,...

Conspicuous Fallacies

Bestow"> Bestow The grey cells up there, Carrying the mortal weight Semblance of consciousness Keepers of memory, Every nook and every crevice, A legacy waiting to be etched. The insignificant memoirs, Dates,facts, names and tales Bestowed with a remembrance, That puts the mighty binary to shame. The treasured moments, Of those ecstatic peaks Relished and...