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Horror |
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Ah, that drop of red, kissing my tongue. The daily wait under the pipe. The feast on some days and absolute shit on others.
You must come to the docks you know. The death curdling symphony of the ship’s horns, the arrival of my feast, the way those morsels squabble with each other before th Read More...
Published on Mar 24,2020 01:58 PM
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Poetry |
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Tis coming, Tis coming the festival of colors
Splashing with life ,chasing out our fears
I flirt with all comers, pretty and sweet
Jumping and screaming ,a veritable treat
In the days of yore when the Royals were around
On horses and chariots they colored who they found
Princes or paupers , Read More...
Published on Mar 24,2020 01:44 PM
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Romance |
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She left last morning, moist eyes and a heavy heartthe skies opened up, as if the whole of my life was cryingShe said goodbye , she said farewell, she said things I fear mostHer voice was trembling, my soul died that very minute
As I walk through the moaning walls of this townas if the ghost within Read More...
Published on Mar 24,2020 01:26 PM
By
karthik tm in
Poetry |
Reads: 303 |
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Huddled inside, feeling for a fellow human
I sat there distraught, steel in my hand, fire in my belly
I could see him moving in front of me, like an apparition
My finger had the power to make him meet his doom
A relaxed quite evening, munching on morsels , lazing on CNN
A nice Read More...
Published on Mar 24,2020 01:03 PM
By
karthik tm in
True Story |
Reads: 455 |
Likes: 1
Chennai , 6 10 am,Saturday .A pair of hands enjoying a poor man’s “Mike Tyson versus Rambo” fist fight, with the choicest of madras slang thrown in! Two call taxi drivers in a waltz! Welcome to Chennai Kamraj Domestic Terminal. I had an urgent trip to Bombay to make and I usually d Read More...
Published on Mar 24,2020 12:49 PM
This first time Ardhu was caught with a guy alone,he was 3 years old. Among the various cuddly toys he had been gifted, the Oscar Wilde one was his favourite. An obsessive love.She saw him hug and kiss Wilde in a way any kid would, except that there was something, how can I describe it, indulge Read More...
Published on Mar 24,2020 12:42 PM
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karthik tm in
War Story |
Reads: 674 |
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This is my own work and is a complete work of fiction. All characters and situations are fictitious. The place “Mehndi kuan" does not exist.
Rain was pouring outside the old dilapidated mosque. The late evening call of the muezzin had just finished. In the nearby compound, there stood a run do Read More...
Published on Mar 24,2020 12:38 PM
