The Puppeteer

‘Alright, who’s next?’ Called Mrs Telhall and her daughter walked in through the curtains.‘Sit down, dearie, sit down’ Mrs Telhall smiled and pushed back her curls.Fifteen-year-old sally sat and stared outside the window.‘Now, let’s see. Open your eyes, sally. Open your eyes.,’ whispered Mrs Telhall softly.Sally did. A few people were walking on the pavement.‘Open

Gratitude

Aakesh rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he walked to the park. Late nights made his morning walks quite a chore now but he wasn’t ready to give them up yet. As he entered, he took his hands away and blinked at the greens unfurling about him: tall trees with red and yellow

The Dreams

I ventured into lands unknownWeaving some dreams of goldI believed its light shoneIn the darkest paths of lone I entwined the thin threadsNot leaving a strand astrayBut I tore my life to shredsLeading me to lie and betray I played a game with fireWon dark smouldering holesI had ashen threads to rewire Into a shadow of

The eternal night

“After darkness comes the light” – Cornelius Nepos For centuries, the sky had been dressed in a sheet of stars, moon and ink. A nightfall, in years erstwhile, had washed away the streaks of light in one great sweep and had been ruling the world ever since. It was believed to have been a cosmic curse