Beneath the starry sky,

Here she lies,

The land chained

By spittle of the raging sea.

Like a slave, crestfallen,

For escape is just a dream,

Imprisoned in the impending doom.

A patient wait,

For the day,

Her waist will be grabbed,

And his thirst will be quenched.

The day,

He will take her in,

With a single guzzle,

Without stopping to breathe.

The day,

She will hide in oblivion

And sleep forever.

~Nila Lenin


Micro Tale #4

‘A group of three friends is the best’

Said the tiny void crawling between two of us.


Even the closest of relationships need a little gap small enough for the scent of love to stick within and large enough for the free minds to roam around.
Hence, you, I and the tiny void in between.


A shadow, you were,

Following me everywhere.

You came in the light,

Breaking my lonely fright,

And left in the dark,

Effacing the only mark.

Now, can you see,

A part of me,

More lonely than I used to be ?




With careful gray strokes,

She painted the wet sky,

Whilst singing for him,

A tear-stained rhapsody.


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Micro Tale #1

        ‘A Building Architect’

                     The certificate Read.

 ‘A budding poet’

              Her diary said.



As You Grow Up

Someday, you will wake up,
Leaving swings and kite strings;
Learning lies and fake smiles,
With a bunch of questions
Clasping your young hand.

Their raised eyebrows,
Will search for a flaw,
Rather than your glow.
Behind stumbling words
And mumbling walls,
You will see them,
Peeking at the one you plucked,
Among scores you planted.

Soon,they will be seen,
In a million spying eyes
As you grow further,
Losing the child in you.
And that’s how
The wicked world
Welcomes you,
My darling.



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