By a sense of familiarity, I exist in your eyes with broken eyelashes, and unsung prayers. In between the sighs we breathe our last. Our existence is a goldfish, in the aquarium on the edge of the table, about to resist a free fall. If water splashes out like anger we are doomed to die … Continue reading Goldfish
Poetry
Survival through sunsets
Sunday laughs like a broken dream over my eyelashes as I watch the sunset unfolding. There's no sun, I acclaim loudly, my voice navigating through the cracks in the air. This evening is a caravan of exhausted clouds, finding their homes. Somewhere in my balcony, I open and close my arms like I am becoming … Continue reading Survival through sunsets
The Poetic Elixir 
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