Paint Me A Rainbow

O Painter, paint me... Paint not a portrait... Paint me a portrayal Paint me in all my natural hues. My imperfections and my wrinkles. Paint the lines when I've laughed too much and sketch my scars, both visible and unseen. Add to it my…

And Then The Phone Rang

Midnight chimes for those who love too deeply. It strikes for lovers in waiting. Toils for the sleepless, as they brim with words for someone who isn't there. His room was engulfed in endless gloom. Fingers trembled around the cigarette as…

The Boy on the Bus – A True Story

I think gravity does not exist.... And humans are bolted down, by the weight of their burdens. At times we think all lessons have been learnt and all questions have been answered. That is exactly when life, secretly, cunningly, oils its…

The Boy on the Bike – A True Story

Slowness is a forgotten dimension of time. Yet on some quiet days, it can still be seen wending its way between the hours, swaying in the air, changing the day's compass with the wind. Days with muted cellphones, silent clocks and far away…