A Tea Cup Sings November Rain

In the caverns of November, in an old tea stall, their stood a cup on a shelf covered with cob webs. The impression that it created was that of a body left untouched for centuries. Did it have friends or family? Did it have unstinting support from someone? Did it feel cold throughout the year,

The Vicissitude Of Spring

I watched a life slip away right in front of my eyes. I was the lone spectator of a murder. Amidst the ghastly spirits of a brazen early spring forenoon, I saw a living body turn into a corpse. The screeches in the last moments and the futile attempts to defy death resonated, tearing the

Led Zeppelin and baked chicken

I was badly in need of some rum. It was a Friday evening, and I had just returned home, after killing a man. The blood in my hands was still raw. Well, I wasn’t quite fond of the gooey feel that the rich ruby reddish blood was giving me; I loved my hands clean and

The reprobate

“There’s someone within me, and she says I must die.” I was watching Vertigo for the second time, this week. Isolated and lonely, my life was nothing less than those old rags, lying in the dimly lit storeroom which no one cared for, except at times of dire need. The cobwebs, the dust around, the

der Zuhörer

On that particular meeting alone, I asked him,”You know what the life of a whore is like, right?” He didn’t answer. He wasn’t much of a speaker, but a listener. So, I continued.”She sells her body and gives her customer the entire right over it. I’ve read many real-life accounts of whorehouses, and what goes

un mystère piégé dans le temps

Many a time I asked myself what it was; what did he mean to me…and every time my mind betrayed me. It never came with a proper answer, and I was too tired to go on any further. I thought that I had locked my heart forever, five years back when it was brutally stabbed

Cacophonous Vinyl Records- The final chapter

…We talked about Keats, Wordsworth, Fitzgerald, Woolf and obviously Victor Hugo. It was a lovely chat, only that I didn’t know that it was for the first and the last time I had the fortune of doing that. Last night he surrendered himself to the realm of darkness and death. The librarian rang me up

Cacophonous Vinyl Records- XIII

Curiosity took the better of me, and all that I could hear was a voice inside coaxing me to make him my muse for all that I was about to create. Believe me, I wrote five poems for him on that very night and it just fit right in the realm of words. Well, it

Cacophonous Vinyl Records- XII

…A separation from him came in like a major turning point in my life, yet I continued with my day to day work until one day I eventually decided to leave the States and move to my hometown. It was good to be back home. It took me time, but the pills seemed to be

Cacophonous Vinyl Records- XI

Our meetings became frequent soon after and the relationship with my family was also rekindled. Everything started feeling right in place, until one evening I happened to visit a new bar in the corner and there I saw him sit in the proximity of a girl that I had never seen before. Both of them