Dancing by Soulscribe Trishna
The first thud of my feet Against the cold marble floor Sounded insufficient In the playroom Will I be inconsequential? The leather ghungroos Encouraged me Each chime of the bell…
The first thud of my feet Against the cold marble floor Sounded insufficient In the playroom Will I be inconsequential? The leather ghungroos Encouraged me Each chime of the bell…
My relationship with pain. The one I’ve held since my ‘Popus’ was first diagnosed with a hereditary brain disease called Cadasil. The silent micro-bleeds and mini-strokes rip his brain blurry.…
A collection of little perfume bottles The perfect place to bottle dreams Each one special – the dream, the aroma Each dream, a combination of special ingredients Fresh mountain air…
Words. They live inside us. And all around us. Like God. And bacteria. These words I sat down to ponderSome fleeting, some so deepSome with powers to enraptureI tried to…
I am walking down the garden path, wondering where life is taking me. I feel like a drop of water that through its journey adapts to its surroundings and loses its…
It was a routine day at work and just as I was leaving my office for the day, the receptionist walked around her counter and handed me a package. “This…
Another morning and I was still in my bed wondering, "Am I well rested?" I could hear the music coming in through my bedroom window. I stood on my curious…
The monitor lizard stares at me from the backyard On a lazy Sunday afternoon when the whole house is busy watching a cricket match I sneak upstairs to soak the…
She could never read him. His intentions were strange to her but his ego was not. They had a lot of differences. But one thing was common. The ritual of…
Jyoti’s writing is episodic and devoid of a buildup that leads one gently to the scene of action. She believes in word economy and prefers to mince no words before…