• Poetry

    Damn you

      Damn You! What have I done to deserve you? You cut me deep with a blunt knife and you left my wound wide open You pushed me to fall to the wayside like stickmen toppled by a hurricane. You made my heart homeless like tsunami victims Damn you! What have I done to deserve you? You made me weep like a child thirsty of breast milk You caused me to growl like a wounded lion stricken by the hunters spear You pulverised me like peppers in the throat of a grinding machine You flushed my shattered pieces down your toilet to swim in the midst of your feces Damn…

  • Non fiction

    Drag ropes not women

    I knew I was sleeping but I could hear voices. They were incoherent, like someone mumbling from afar. The noise precedes the cry of a little baby. I starts to open my eyes little by little and the sound become more audible and then realized it wasn’t a nightmare. Someone is hitting the door of one of the rooms with a strong force. “Open the door. Open it now!!.” That was the yelling voice that echoes in the four corners of the room. The voice succeeded the continuous banging of the portal of entry into the room and forceful turning of the door knob. The voice was familiar. It was…