My city was engulfed in a smog this preceding week, but not today as I just came back from a cremation. Why nobody waited for the last shards of wood to dissolve, except a stray dog who was weak, but waited patiently for that theatre to end, waited patiently to grab a bone or two-… Continue reading Cremation



Dreams in the night are Nefarious valleys Navigated, circumvented- Unfurling a layer, buried Deep down, beyond the Mohorovicic- Peeled alleys run through, like Rats, which don't remember those Evaporated memories, cryptic Incidents erupting in the moonless Night's silence. Dreams in the day are Parallel universes Navigated, circumvented- Unveiling fractions of Realities, cushioned below those Loams,… Continue reading Dreams



1. What’s with these devices? Parodies of Half-truth and Naked lies, clothed in Jute bags, durable, non-elastic Pompous. What’s with these devices? Parodies of Hooliganism, propaganda of Bigotry, manifested  As microphones, noisy, expansive Over-whelming. What’s with these devices? Parodies of Post-truth and Cryptic lies, clothed in Suits and ties, showy, gaudy Hurtful. Fourth-estate, Religion, Politics-… Continue reading Post-truth