The Designated Doorbell

Wearing a wide smile, I ring the doorbell. Your doorbell. You open the door. You see me and smile back, maintaining the balance. I see the glare in your eyes which tempts me yet tells me to do my job. So, I do. I deliver your letter. Also, I tip myself with a longer standstill …

Souls, almost.

I sit and play the cello. Your cello. Like you did, or maybe almost in the rocking chair, which is covered in white leather And peace. I play the melody A sad tune, this time. Or maybe like always. I light a cigarette, then fill my glass with the old monk Like the classics. And …

All Black

"It's all black." I whispered to myself. It was 3 in the night and I was the only company for myself to enjoy, or not. So I did not. Before settling with this lonely miserable scenario, I referred to my contact list with a pale hope of finding a number to dial, or maybe text. …

Not In Love

I would have begun by saying how beautiful you were and how sassy you seemed to me the first time we met, but let's kill the clichés, shall we? The artistry of the randomness when two strangers meet is both unconventional and inevitable. And in both aspects, you were a firestone who had expelled me …

The 2 AM Glory

It's 2 am and I write, again. Not for you, not for me, but for the eyes that seek it. I'm not drunk-writing this either, like an assumption you might make. This is the 2 am script in which a slept soul solemnly speaks sober to another one. It swims across the lands that feel …

The Book and the World

Dear World, As I see through the windows of the shelves you’ve kept me in, you’ve changed. I see that you need me less now, for you’ve made friends of your own. I see you’ve grown, you’ve grown to be what I pictured you to be. But in spite of the wonders you’re doing, is …

To The Door of Happiness

A rough day at the training ended, and luckily it was the final day. Two days later, we had to run ourselves into the battle against the enemy nation with a 50% chance of returning alive (luckily again). We were being instructed. As we all prepared ourselves for the war, we packed our stuff along …

Unanswered

The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fog revealed an unbelievable scene before me. A homeless kid, with just a torn cloth wrapped around his waist, was sitting in the corner of the street. He was feeding his mother, who seemed to be pretty ill and the cold weather only added to …