Stack of Forgotten Envelopes

Vexed letters, old as time, raw as poetry, beckoned me from the forgotten corner of the darkroom- a room that carried a patina of neglect. Their unobtrusive presence and accusing glare subjected me to blame for their unerringly wretched state. Their hatred was undeniably perceptible. And, their expressions noticeably grim. It’s highly plausible that the…

Stack of Forgotten Envelopes

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The Room with the Red Door

Beyond the red door, a surreal world awaited—a realm of a distant past and forgotten dreams. Millions of recollections stared back with a conspicuous and eerie silence. Hanging loosely in the air were gales of laughter from closely-stacked photos, analogue voices from cassette tapes, classical music from the vintage stereo gear and cold gusts of…

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An Old Polaroid Photo

There are times, most of the time, I wrestle with my conscious mind. I hold myself from looking at the polaroid photo trussed up against the fluorescent lights and a highly-polished rectangular mirror. I knowingly look away from the picture of a noble sage. The wise man. My man. The man with a warm Caribbean…

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Adieu, 2019. Welcome 2020.

2019! Thou sure left a mark in the archives of times. Thy sheer unpredictability, manifold wonders and poetical inspiration would surely be remembered. Oh, how can I forget the pleasant surprises and cackling laughter, the wonderful days and benumbed senses and the tower moments and Mercury retrogrades? The list is endless. My resolute determination and…

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Spring

The snow on the trees were melting.   The pearlescent sheets were peeling off, layer by layer and drip by drip.  Unclothed. Undressed. Exposed. Making it bare. All stark. All barren. The fallen seeds woke from deep slumber,  to take root in the damp soil, Inch by inch and bit by bit.  The winds embraced…

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