Literary Work

When it comes to death, many like to point fingers at everyone but the newly deceased. You hear irritated mutters about the incompetent doctor,...

We have betrayed the Hippocratic oath - Do not make the first cut if the ailment may subside otherwise, do not take action if waiting may solve...

When there is a hole in a sock, your toes would crinkle to hide it in embarrassment. That’s how she felt at his sight;...

I like the morning When the rest of the world is still sleeping Oblivious to the sun rising Deaf to the sound of kettle whistling Or the smell...

There was a girl, who at the tender age of playing hide-and-seek in pursuit of friendship, dreamed of saving the townsfolk from the comprehensive...

It isn’t the same anymore. Without you here, A park is nothing, But a lake of green grass, But an air of shaded gloom, Because it feels dark, And I drown, With memories of you, Forcing their way into my lungs, While I instantly forget to breathe. I guess, in a way, You still leave me breathless. We used to walk here, But I guess I should get used to this, With this emptiness by my side; Day by day, Step by step. I swear the wind sounds like you breathing, Slowly, calmly, softly, And it hurts, It hurts to think of you, It hurts to know, That I would drop the world, To hear you breathe one more time. The wind still blows, It’s as if you are filling my arms, And I can feel you there like before, As though you never left, As though I could still love you, As though I could change your mind, As though, because it is not real, And the wind passes by. The park is just a frame, One I walk by to look, Alone and in pain, To remember what once was.

I’m all alone, in these four walls and not Upset, happy, angry, sad, nothing at all Anticipation and fear as I revisit this after   Five, six, nine,...

(Inspired by: EDEN – Man Down) Huddled inside a long, metal snake, two bundles of fur pressed hard against each other. Their cheeks were stained...

Arching branches of sullen trees reach to the clouds, grasping at invisible straws to get even an inch closer to heaven. Through the darkness...

In an organization or some sort of establishment, there are always people who sit behind the desk, do the thinking and contribute ideas relevant...