The Other Side

From a distance
what seems
like moon on a dark night.

Turns a 100 shades of new colours

each colour

a lash on black and white.

Dreams, hopes, smiles, strengths

set ablaze

but the story doesn't end here.

Anger, hurt, sadness, pride

burn bright

like dust settled in the eyes.

Two parallel worlds,

Two polar lives,

Two different minds.

Yet it's neither black nor white

mine, yours and theirs

dark other side.

twitter fiction

She left

Today she came to me after a long, long time. She doesn’t come to me regularly anymore; the way she used to. I missed her eyes the most. Brown, moist, so full of questions.

She wanted to break free. I know. I could tell. But I couldn’t do anything about it. I hadn’t tied her up to myself. I just kept her back. On the contrary, I wanted her to make a choice and be clear within herself. That’s why I didn’t give her freedom earlier. What if she had left earlier and then regretted leaving it all behind? So I made her stay longer; against her wishes. But now, her bags were packed. And she was ready to leave, and go. 

No. Running away from a bad marriage is not a sin for me. And I’m God.

flash fiction

Knock Not

She lingered for a while. Her drooping shoulders, desolate eyes, sullen face were all of no avail. Didn’t he need her at all? She had knocked on his door … twice … against her nature. Look at him – he was happy.
So, opportunity walked away. But who cared?