The Night Song

I watched the night, At her beauty I gazed. Through a window, through a frame, The frame the building had restricted me to, I watched the city. The city twinkled, crushed under the heavy unlit sky, With distant cars and streetlights: A thousand photographers trying as if, Trying to have the perfect shot, But each time, failing. I stared at the… Continue reading The Night Song

Losing Touch

Losing touch. Growing up sucks, sometimes it feels good, exciting, but in general, it sucks. It almost feels like you are stranded on a lost island. I went out with some school friends of mine; the Durga Poojas have started. But that excitement, that child-like enthusiasm is dead, it’s no more. “People change”, the phrase… Continue reading Losing Touch