Rhythm of the Moon

An empty room with a lonely soul sitting beside the window, with a clear view of the moon. A soft hindi retro playlist in a loop, eyes half-closed with lips murmuring with the tune. Eyes have a language of their own- a lot to say, a lot they know. Somewhere in the middle of thoughts,…

Abode of Memories

The new abode they built with all heart and soul came crumbling down, causing loss of life and pain. Braving it, they made memories from glass fragments from the shattered window- building their warm world in a photo frame. They called it home. The End Just some outpour of thoughts in intricately woven words. Expressions from…