Elegy

I am glass—
fractured by yesterday’s storm,
the metallic scent of splintered silence
...

I led a boring life.
The end.

All joking aside, now the epilogue.

As a bookish...

The colour Pink was her favourite
She who loved how its tender hues
Merged all too delicately...

Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our...

Looking up at the ceiling in the center of the unknown
Talking to myself over and hoping heavenly...

Elysian fields long since embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy...

She, the brainchild of Rohit Prasad -
India-born person who breathed life
into Alexa, and...

Ofttimes, I nearly find myself choking,
and frantically beck-kin ing
for immediate...

Therefore karma caught up to me big time
and delivered yours truly sent to purgatory
(...

within mine marriage,
and all the ramifications
that happen therefrom
courtesy the...

It was plain to see...

Many tried to warn...

Some blinders aren't removed easily......

courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures
while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight
...

Warning: The following material no worse than getting cooties. I remember them way back in grade school,...

How comfort smothers and subdues us,
It’s fingers grasp tightly over our mouth,
And its arm...

found himself bewitched about Circe,
particularly after reading book title by the same name....

of diverse and sundry sizes engaged
in woebegone wild rumpus
as a last hoorah
for...

I document myself for thee
And all the ways I love you gradually.
To the gods, I beckon this...