Original Writings

Josie and I

The oldest memory that I remember or have of Josie Salem is the one from 9th grade. I used to be this overweight, fourteen year old stout kid, who wore his pants high-waist, and combed his hair sideways everyday of the week, and who didn't think twice about my crooked spectacles, because appearances hardly mattered.… Continue reading Josie and I

Something like Poetry

Clover

The sun, sets while the crowds keep whizzing by Unaware and uncaring of who you are. In between this chaos that defines monotony I see a diamond shimmer, in a heap of charcoal. Forgive the blind for they can’t see the color of your eyes, The stare you give me today is cold and deep.… Continue reading Clover

Something like Poetry

Change

So, Woke up I did this morning, Thinking about a world that has turned stone. Maturity trust me darling, Does not mean you live in a house alone. You can deny me all you want, We can act strangers and fool them all. You can argue on what you cant, I will wait till you… Continue reading Change

Original Writings

Zoya

"So, if I ate the meat on my plate without separating it from its bones, if I just chewed the flesh right through them, would you call that evolution or just downright lazy?”, Zoya asked me smiling with her big, bubbly eyes. I stared at her amused, for a moment or two, and then chuckled… Continue reading Zoya