He drove past the small steep valley, which he called “the ravine.” And instead of going to his workplace, he decided to go on a quick adventure. So he switched off his phone, and left a mail, which read, “I am not feeling well, won’t be able to come today.” And decided to throng the…
“The nights never change, The room is the same, And the old willow tree sways its pliant branches, to scare ghosts away. While the big-omelettey-eyed-owlets, rotate their heads, to find a handsome prey. Today is one of the scariest nights, that I have witnessed in this town, But I’m not afraid. Because a knight with…
Charles Bukowski (August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a famous American-German poet, short-story writer, and novelist. He was a cult hero of his generation, who was described as a “Laureate of American lowlife” by Time Magazine. About the writing style of Charles Bukowski aka Henry Bukowski: Bukowski relied on experience, emotion, and imagination…
“On the first day we met, you felt like a dream. The sadder the eyes, the more beautiful they appear to be. Your skin as tender as soft-paste porcelain, Lips as pale as a moonbeam, And voice, as mellow as a beautiful composition, On the first day we met, you felt like a companion, As…
“A swarm of fireflies took off like Boeing 787 Dreamliner aircraft, They made a loud roar in the sullen sky, and deflated some of the well-fed sumo baby clouds, As they were eating up the screen space of the elderly stars. The swarm made a buzz and, Showcased their brevity in front of the little…
“With slumber dancing around my eyelids, And the pastel coloured curtains fleeting with the winter winds, I feel a little dizzy tonight, But wish to stay awake for a little longer than I might, So I can gaze in eternal bliss at the motorbikes running at night. My eyes are glued towards the direction of…
“The Sudoku man sleeps next door, Left unbothered by the rain tumbling on the corrugated roof. He works like an alchemist, But only when his body is fuelled with hard liquor. He is peculiar about his things, Nobody dares to touch the photo frames, that are aligned at a 180-degree angle. He is a little…
The fog lifted up and so did we, The smoke from the chulha was painting a dull picture, We moved ahead and saw a cavern, Inviting us to taste the adventure. I gave in and moved inside, while my sister stayed behind. The ivy creeper and passion vine were crawling in the courtyard, And meadow…
“I don’t have fancy words to bleed, Because I have a distaste for forced poetry, I like to keep things simple and sublime. That’s how I have always been. Dipped in a concoction of madness and mysteries, with a seasoning of salty emotions. Nevertheless, I’ll still pour my feelings, Because I am incapable of welling…
“Like the fire burns the wood shavings, reducing each to a pile of dust. The silence when the world around you crumbles down, kills you as much. When thousands of mortals surround you, but no one dares to speak up, so it doesn’t shake their ground. And the silence of good souls, kills you more…