Fable Factory

I heard they are changing the dictionary

I heard they are changing the dictionary.

When the streetlights flicker, think of revolution

When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows

House of Cards

Welcome, weary traveler! To my humble abode. Come, come. I'll show you

A Dead River is All I Want

You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?

In the absence of a light source

Grief is a lonely river, like a fisherman's song with an empty net

The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in your House

If they knew, your mother would have said, “It’s in your head, darling,” and your father would have screamed, “Put that head in the toilet bowl where it belongs.”

Leafhopper under the vast purple sky

In that world, ignorance amassed like water near the roots of a cypress tree.

The Last Few Fries

The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.

Fable Factory / So long, goodbye

As I turned around to reply, she was gone.

April 6, 2023
April 6, 2023

What do your eyes see?

I can see well with my eyes

March 30, 2023
March 30, 2023

Ephemeral

But in this lifetime, we'll never know what we could've become.

March 30, 2023
March 30, 2023

Dreams I Dare Not Dream

For hope is when I dream those dreams I dared not dream.

March 30, 2023
March 30, 2023

Explorations on Time

I used to wear my minutes as accessories and now the minutes wear me.

March 23, 2023
March 23, 2023

Mundane thoughts of a house robot

“Eat, My darling, or else your goulash will become cold”

March 23, 2023
March 23, 2023

The Last Man in the Janaza

“You’re 20 minutes late, there’s no way I’m letting you in,” Dr Faisal said in a cold voice with a smirk on the corner of his face. His smirk is one coated with joy and glory.

March 16, 2023
March 16, 2023

Afternoons at the Bijoy Sarani signal

“I wonder what she’ll wear tomorrow,” he mumbled as his eyes drooped shut.

March 9, 2023
March 9, 2023

The Plainsburn Residence

The Plainsburn Residence had sat at the edge of a huge forest for generations, acting as its steward and protector.

March 2, 2023
March 2, 2023

Love won’t you look at me

Does the crowd bother you?

March 2, 2023
March 2, 2023

When Time Stops

For the lesser the days, the weaker the youth