Future...

He opened his eyes and saw that it was day again. The sun shining through the alternating patterns of the glass resembled a chess board of light. And in a brief instant he was reminded why he thought it all ended. He was alive. For a brief moment he thought it ended, from the flashing of his life right...

Blue...

He sat there at the pinnacle of everything he’s achieved and yet he was not happy. He sat atop his laurels and undying congratulatory handshakes and yet despite being surrounded by people who were indeed happy for him he felt the silent pangs of loneliness. Yes, he was lonely. His melancholic...

Standing...

Seth stood there. He just stood looking out into the great unknown. He felt the pain in his heart and yet he did not allow himself to be engulfed by it. He closed his eyes, and under the stillness of his breath and quietness of the wind, whispered a simple prayer. This brief instant of clarity and pain...

Sitting...

He stood there waiting for an occurrence. Just anything. A wind to blow a gentle breeze, a rustling of the fallen leaves, a chirping of a bird. But nothing yielded to his simple wish. It was as if the world was one with what he was feeling. Its been a tough couple of months for Seth. A whirlwind of...

Simple Things...

The View From The Cliff Was Stunning She rose from bed with a bleary look in her eyes. She quickly recounted a vague dream. But that quickly passed. She put aside her pillows and quickly jumped to her feet. It was a new day. She did her morning rituals in dire anticipation of how her day will unfold....

Watching...

He sat by the window. The huge glass separating him from the world outside. There was a chilly breeze. The “ber” months was finally making itself felt. He looked out in the vast world and wondered where she was. He didn’t know who this SHE was, and yet he longed for her. To feel her...

Beauty and Darkness...

Nightscape He looks outside his window. A light drizzle has started to fall. He had lost all track of time. He gathers his things and prepares to leave this place that he calls “an office”. He quickly jots something down in a blue ledger and proceeds to silently exit the building; lost in...

Births and Beginnings...

Lying in Bed with his trusty Guitar It was a Saturday. The chill in the wind as it quietly passed over Seth’s body was indicative enough that it had been raining all morning. The clock beside his bed announced that it was 11:02 AM. He had slept all morning. There was something both different and...