The mask of the red death
In your deepest void, the smothered dreams are shaded with your agonizing nights where walls surround you, squeeze you closed and capped in bordello-burgundy velvet, hold you in a red […]
In your deepest void, the smothered dreams are shaded with your agonizing nights where walls surround you, squeeze you closed and capped in bordello-burgundy velvet, hold you in a red […]
Working from home has become a habit. I am now into my fifth week away from the office and gradually we are settling into a new normality. We have tried […]
Through the somber silence of this social distance, I sensed some brightness through my ruins of existence A very simple couplet for Frank’s prompt on couplets at dVerse —- March […]
The aged librarian still keeps the ancient typewriter he bought from his uncle when he had ambitions of becoming an author. “I must study the masters”, he said. But the […]
Clinging to normality, after eating breakfast after having reading the paper we walk from home to back again, where we check-in to work, like any other day we coffee break […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff