A Quiet Afternoon

The waiter stood at the counter, methodically rubbing the glasses clean. It was a quiet afternoon, only one of the booths occupied by a regular. The gloomy café was silent & frequented only by those who had an old familiarity with it. One wouldn’t fall in love with it in a glance, its charm obvious … More A Quiet Afternoon

From Another Soul

We feature here our first guest post, or rather, our first guest poems. A hearty welcome to our fellow writer and poet, Deepa.E !   Flightless Frightened, I wake up. I can’t fly Thought I can always dream “The itch of untruth About that moment – When eyes were sealed & words exchanged In silence. … More From Another Soul