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nirupam
Over 90 days ago
India

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Foot-prints are all exhausted on yesterday's sands. You may ask for finger-prints at the agency office. Finger-prints, photos et all that they need for bio-metrics. Do you really require to know me? Two mail-ids I gave you years ago over the phone Are now...

No secret written on sands lasts long. Waves don't bother how much you love Or how strong your disaffection be. But, be assured, whenever you remember me, I'll be with you, I'll always be. No cry in the desert can reach the ears you mean. Cactus-thorns do...

By the time her song weaves The lonesome road to happiness, I learn the art of listening to blue waves. Walking together we see flowers accompany us, Clouds, one or two, get distinctly impassioned. Colors mingle with fragrances as we leave our foot-marks...

She never knew The way I could be. It was all day long, A day-long eternity. All foot-prints on sands Were of the same feet, She never really knew How I was to repeat.She was unsure if love Could hold us all day long, As waves did back and forth Sing post...

Tearing all my names I look deep into your eyes.  Those hazel glasses Reflect my facial suspicion. Bearing all my shames I run my fingers through your hair. Those ripening locks Return my unsung desires. Nearing all my penultimate passions I crawl into th...

I can jump from one mistake to another, If you agree to be with me in all doldrums. Being correct is all mechanical, Clothes are never as good as bare bodies. I love to see my errors play with my incoming days, Turn me upside down, bully me to uncertainti...

Your face like broken smiles Keep me awake. I search All the hidden mirrors For your immaculate torso. Smells in the kitchen-gardenResolve into memories,Water-spouts here and thereWork out a romantic alphabet..

It's so nice of you You don't  Remember me. Forgetfulness is never  Ever a crime.  Memories not taken care of Mutate into forgetfulness. All the lone stretches  We walked together Have been deserted By so many others. So many like ourselves Did remember t...

Shingles scattered, Barrenness, sultry and looking beyond. All the unknown faces now disappear,  All the grimaces take on their suitable alternatives. Rain drops are not remembered,  Winds suspended at the long-lost horizon. Nothing moves as ever before, ...

The last suburban train got preponed. I didn't apprehend, for it wasn't regular.Some railway porters consoled me a while,  Perhaps they thought I was in trouble. There was none else left on the platform.  I mean, somebody, who had a definite home to retur...

Crossing a desert is never a child's play. There's always so much of sands to get over.  Blistering sun during the day-time and unending thirst.  Camel-toes planting patterns ununderstandable. Crossing a desert is of no worth  If there's no river once you...

When the rains come as bulging drops of tear, I can smell the wet warmth of your intimacy. As if you are here, there, and everywhere,  As if you run around me in the rain-soaked garden,  Your hair splashing a memory of love forbidden. When the rains keep...

Whispering fears crawl on to me.I never expected they would come so near. Meandering through the evergreen forest,  The river could understand my discomfiture. Have all birds migrated to their summer destinations? The crawling, whispering fears are so dif...

Your voice long lost returned to me.I wondered if I could decode its content. Falling leaves whispered in darkness. Misty air wrote perfect pentameter couplets. I did recognize your voice, lost and found. Whispering leaves punctuated your pulmonary motion...

No signs of suffering could be seen Except the silence tied up with the spotless walls. The cubicle looked void of all memories, Glass doors seemed to have shut out all. The lonely medicated air was never willing To recall anything worth-remembering. He w...