A story of a young boy finding a hobby to make a place for himself in the world.

He felt as if his hands were thorny cactus and he was a living demon. He hit the table hard with his open palms. His hands got red and they pained. He felt as if his destiny written on the lines of his palms had changed into a poisonous snake and it was ready to sting him any instant.

A sequential poem of urban and country living.

This is the description of a rainy afternoon in the city…

Just a short fast paced piece with a little twist.

Observed – a girl in pyjamas in a city street one Saturday morning. What was she doing there? Why did I ignore her?

Part One of a Ballad.

A piece on the downside of city life.

Edgy Urban Tale of Coffee…

A cynical piece about my life at present.