An Empty Canvas

Writing my own story, I did pause for a while, Gave rest to these hands of mine which experienced situations that no one else would wish to, Experienced the touch of cheeks and the ashes too! And here they are, Tired and numb to feelings, Could no more sense the touch, The touch of love,... Continue Reading →

The Empty Cabin

He visited the cabin again today, after 6 long years, His dad's cabin, Where his dad used to work, doing his research and experimenting on chemicals, Still the same setup, he recollected, Burette's and Pipette's, bottled chemicals with warning labels on them, Various distinct beakers placed side by side, He still remembers the day, when... Continue Reading →

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