City Girl

The dream, that same dream again, but this time she was trembling more than ever. Her heart was about to burst. She had beads of sweat on her face and body. She felt as she had temperature or something, something just doesn’t feel right that day. The story follows the long route she took for every…

Unseen Prison

She walks into a sea of people looks at the stones breath with no fear She is a bird-understander Better than she could ever be Quiet, Like she is about to write, Languages which feel possibly distinct She makes herself terribly, Terribly sad. For many reasons, She loves, so she lives. The way she writes,…

Nightmares ‘unusual for her’

She rarely dreams because she rarely sleeps. Dreams are not meant for her while she sleeps, she dreams with open eyes. If she sleeps, nightmares knock her door. A dreamer, so belligerent to keep her boundaries separate from dreams and nightmares. She has experienced a lot of stress lately. Might have the reason on and off…

Me and Book

Hi Book, how are you!! (Unfamiliar to me) Me: Wassup!! Book: I am good. How about you? Me: Oh, I am good too. Just some… Book: What? Me: Some thoughts are revolving around in my mind round n round. A li’ll bit confused, how to put them into YOU. Suggest something no? Book: Well, I can…