I'm a black cloaked figure, passing through the crowd, They would never notice or know what I'm all about.

Today wasn't a very productive work day. From what I'm observing, it seems like she was out all day because she still has a nice outfit on and her makeup's almost melted.

There is fog here, I cannot see.

“You won't believe what happened today. I deem myself a deeply uninteresting person with an almost uniform detachment from the mystic and mundane events occurring periodically around me, so when my mother tried to

I rushed towards my little bed And lay down by the window pane.

We took a train to stop at this place we never knew, We took a step ahead for an overview.

The plastic bag was somehow separated from its diverse herd floating in the Caribbean. After the separation, it became a lone traveller, a sea nomad. Its pearly white, transparent skin blessed it with the feature of a jellyfish.

Think about the past, The deeds you must own.

It was about 3 am when Rima realised, in a half-dazed state that the train she was on was never going to stop. It was the sort of epiphany that was bound to make someone alarmed but she realised with mild amazement that it wasn't the case.

French fries – available in distinctive varieties all across the globe

"I don't think you know how potatoes work, Mr. Masum," I tried explaining to the bespectacled man for the umpteenth time.

A camera captured it, My smile and yours, Ten months ago —

I appear like red smoke, Annihilating your senses, smothering your gaze.

Kabir was halfway across his second cup of tea when a sudden noise made him knock the cup across the table, and some of though tea cascaded straight into his lap as well.

Crows, cawing through the dead trees, Dogs barking around the pitch roads knitted with dark memories.

Where the stars aren't at fault, Where rivers don't flow into the sea,

“I'm sorry, Ma'am, but we're closing now.” I look up to see Timothy, a student on scholarship who worked part time in this cafe, standing a few feet away from my table, with his hands folded politely behind him.

Hi! My name is Bucks! Well, that is what everyone calls me out of deep affection and love. I hail from the rich, fecund soil of Brazil. The land where I am from, there is a gigantic dormant volcano, which has been inactive for a few centuries.

Under the neon city lights I stand, Among the mass of people who never notice me.

Back when the river used to zigzag through the village's green skin like a sky blue snake and uninvited things did not invade the ambience, Anjum would drive his cattle to the water body for temporary relief from the unbearable heat. His daughter Roop would follow him too on the holidays; sometimes even skip school for this activity.