Hang in tight, bird It’s alright, bird Hunt and fight, bird Know that you can be prey too. Does it ring nice, bird I am the one who sings the night bird But, it’s alright, bird I will try to fly right through You wish the song ends here, right girl And you think I…
Tag: Escape
Over-Brewed Tea
The first draft of this post was originally written on a page on my phone. The digital screen was made to mimic a ruled page. I had made it mimic a ruled page. I am not sure why I did so. Maybe at that point, I was hoping for some order in my life. As it…
Little lights everywhere, and all fingers on fire.
The planet was lit, every home in every street and corner, as if it were Diwali or Christmas, or any festival of lights anywhere in the universe. Sitting beside the park wall, a little lost, like many of us are when we pause to take a break from a restless day, he seemed to be…
Sleep – Escape – Die
He knows how this is going to end. All stories end. All lives do.Often it’s the end that gives meaning to the story. He sleeps like someone tired of troubles. He didn’t want it- any of it; but this is how it is. A part of him, a tiny part, knows that it’s coming. The…