Cache Sometimes I walk the streets at night In a search of that elusive Solitude Not all nights Only those rare ones When a melancholy moon Wades its way Through a flock of puffy clouds And not eclipsed by lively stars Pale yellow of moon reaches ground Illuminating nothing Some time on those walks In … Read more
In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche I’d prefer Being eaten by the crowd Than me eating myself At least someone will enjoy Than me crying alone Eating myself ©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Short story Pigeons fluttered their wings somewhere in the roof. Spreading dust and their poop in the air. Filling the beams of light, coming through the holes of the broken roof, with dancing particles. Lying in the dusty bed he kept watching as the particles zigzagged in the light. It was his favourite pastime since … Read more
Quirks of Night In darkness of the night In the bed, on the couch One waits for sleep To kiss one’s eyes There’s not much thought Dead silence rules In that lonesome state of mind A lot is revealed That daylights won’t show Though night has that quirk Takes one back To relive the hurts … Read more