Stopping

A switch flicks in the mind suddenly, Let’s put an end to this sorrow. Where there hasn’t been a yesterday, Nobody can guarantee a tomorrow. Living in reflected glory, The ivory of someone else’s smile to borrow. How many times can one impale, the same heart, the same arrow? © 2013 Ankita Kala

The Reluctant Traveller – Part II

“The more i travel out, the more i travel within” “When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that…

The Perfunctory Hug

He just came over and hugged her. Her stiff body was as awkward as her feelings. She was just so angry at him. She hadn’t wanted a hug. She wanted to be pleased, to be coaxed, pleaded to. But he was upset. Her taunts had impaled him to the point where his innermost insecurities had…