Category: Guest author

There is no good morning, There is no hello. There’s no smile, There’s nothing good. For, I’m not well.   I’m not well because, I’m not ‘feeling’ well. This feeling in sleep I forget, This feeling in entertainment I sidestep, Fact is, I’m not well.   No thought, no attitude, no philosophy Lessens my misery.…

I got up quietly. I thought she will pull my hand, Make me sit instantly. Ahead, I moved. Waiting for her hand on my shoulder . To stop me as she could. I walked, Hoping to hear “Don’t leave.” And my path blocked. No tear, no uproar, no shiver None to implore. I walked away…

In the darkness of the theater, Should I hold back my tears? Route them through nostrils And choke the sobs others hear? In the darkness of the theater, Gush out my tears Coming from tales of pains, Hidden in the past I couldn’t bear? – Guest