Stories in Verse and Prose

Every day a new story comes to life. Most of them remain unwritten. But some of them deserve to be put in writing.

True or fictitious, I jot them down. Some in prose; others in verse. And a few of them get their own tune.

Ruminate

I like to sit with naught to do Without a plan, no thing or two I like to sit To sit and wait And do no more than ruminate The sky ahead—my mirror specs I turn to that which all reflects Just like it does I too must do And turn over a thing or […]

Tomorrow

He saw her sitting on the parapet, legs dangling lifelessly in the moist spring air, inadvertently waving to passers-by 20 floors below. He’d seen her before—she lived in 2D, the apartment below the one he was renting. She had beautiful eyes, he knew. Beautiful, sad eyes, which were now fixed on a point in the […]

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