Chasing Her

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been chasing her. Not a woman, really. But something like her.A silhouette in the distance—sharp, confident, impossible to forget.She walks like she knows the answers. Talks in riddles. Smiles rarely but meaningfully.And…

Beyond the Burnt Horizon

And what is left of me, as I see the whole world burnt down to death, And what’s left for me, as I hear nothing but the sounds of the silence. What has been already built to be seen or…

Shepherd’s Bridge of Hope

Once upon a time, in a quaint village, a shepherd named Kabira yearned for a better life on the other side of the bridge, along with his small flock of sheep. Unfortunately, his income from their wool had dwindled, leaving…

Fear

Catch up with these ones first: The Walking and Shapeshifting Humans Circumstances   Who are we without the fear there be?   Before I came to compose this piece, there was a “certain fear” in my mind. It wasn’t related…

Circumstances

Catch up with this one first: The Walking and Shapeshifting Humans   Who are we without the circumstances there be?   I put this question forward with much malign intent. It’s quite malicious as well as I feel it is…

The Background of Life

Who are we from the background of life or the absence of it? An outcome of the events around, getting believed and shaping things. Or the ones out there, trying to find moments filled with ourselves, Some memories here and…