Humanity

The invisible strands between us

For me, honesty is a rewarding policy

His Complaint with the Mask

the Hotdog Man’s tale

Cold Little Heart

I was cycling down the street when I spotted a lady. Simple lady, nothing extravagent; maybe in her mid 30s. She was holidng…

and aren’t we all just fools.

aren’t we all starving to be,
be loved, adored,
to be noticed for the
unseen quirks and
perfect flaws.

Impossibility made temporary.

No, I know you’re afraid. 
I know you’ve been here before, 
and you feel like no matter how much you push…

Stealing Souls

To the victims of street photography

Tea Time

A short story by Akshay G., best paired with a cup of tea.

“You are”

Two words together
incendiary
with their ability,
capacity
to spark, illuminate,
set ablaze,
bright
or burn, burn,
consume, decay,
destroy.

Hope

I grow cynical by the day. The world’s life sentence is spiralling down a direction I wish I could add a fullstop to. Turning around time and going…

I can’t sleep, but I must.

I can’t sleep,
because my sisters are crying,
my brothers dying.