You Hated Roses

You hated roses, dispassionately, you told me later, Raising my left brow, in disbelief,¬†surreptitiously, I did ponder. But next to a grinning yellow minion, dressed in blue, without a nose You did, amidst your fountain pens, keep that silly crimson rose. It wilted with time, morphing into a shade of muddy brown, And crisp to... Continue Reading →

‘Begin Again’

Often, rather most of the times, I ponder at my murderous obstinacy to hold on, to have wrongly imagined I have let go of times which push me into the spiralling depths of despondency, to have unfaithfully assumed I have emerged, battle worn, from my crumbling state to a happier one! No I do not... Continue Reading →

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