about dead dreams in living people
Author: Barnadhya Rwitam
I scribble about life, people, reflections, and occasionally attempt poetry.
Don’t get played
about being aware to swerve through
Transfiguration
about the change that was forced
School friends
about finding value without yardsticks
The lubricant in friendship
about what makes friendships last
If I could un-invent something
about a terrible differentiator yet necessary evil
Unsaid things
about the burden carried silently
In search of solace
about finding peace hopelessly
Ephemeral conversations
about brief, fulfilling encounters
Fantasy of a hedonist
about wishful thinking of a connoisseur of pleasure
Restraint
about leverage through vocal restraint
for the struggling ones
about dignity of labour
Aesop’s dilemma
about what Aesop could have faced today
Dust
on a collective force of the majority
Subscriptions
about today's relationships being just subscriptions
