The Pacific, passive, in plaintive pose, Pavonian pallor plush and pure, Pamper pliant pals too close. Your yawning yearn to nurse and cure Bays in plight, shores in pain, Guardian hype or virtuous vain? I ponder this dusk, dream in dread Squander will you, the rest to peril led? You…

My solitary cell closes in, Its scarlet walls ominous, but pillars Wrought in flesh guard, soft, safe and Unyielding. The chord of life binds, Tugs me hard, as balloon towed In a coop of red, constrained. Weeks ago, I crouched as Invertebrate, as invalid, as parasite Feeding off my tube. Now limbs…

Rejections are feathers on a writer’s cap — I am the consummate unsuccessful writer — the kind that lurks at the periphery of the established writers’ playground. Remember that kid sitting alone in the park because no one would play with them? The awkward, timid one cut off from the usual boisterous crowd? …

A short story about love, loss, and death — 2040 Leila’s marriage was a snail- the grotesque, invasive kind moving along purposeless. Some days, she felt like the slimy mollusk- vapid and languid, bogged down by the pretty shell on her back. The enigmatic shell bound to her inextricably, with a stranglehold on her life. …

Mirror mirror on the wall, You be me as scarred, Circles surround my eyes, crow’s feet accent the tips, Hairy brows, frown lines defile this face, A crooked nose and chapped lips, Stubble around the cleft of chin, Drooping breasts and pudgy hips, And waist with stretchmarks’ sin. …

In a house without windows, Just the door unassuming to Pass by at will, and four walls Within those perhaps he waits Restless for tragedy to unfold. He has a boring day job and Weekend nights of laundry For his twin overpants, Pair of spandex suits obsolete, And two tattered crimson capes. No villains left to slay, He loiters purposeless, Watching cable news all night, Slouching on his couch, Nursing a paunch, He decays longing For yesterdays on earth, Of soaring highs, mayhem Unleashed and prayers For a mighty messiah he craves.

The tussle between human managers and robots is imminent — Imagine a future where the human resource of the present is entirely replaced by robots. Given the meteoric rise of artificial intelligence or AI, it is a foregone conclusion that they will eventually be the dominant labor force. …

But she is invisible — I believe the COVID-19 pandemic is here to stay, ever since it’s shown no signs of abatement. My optimistic refrain of “It’ll be over next month” has stopped after weeks of stagnant lockdown at home. …

Her eyes cerulean in a porcelain face, lashes raven wings, Moist lip, reluctant bud, painted blooming pink, Limbs crafted hairless, but curly mane curtains nipple Cherries in the wild, twin fruits amid brunette vines. I run my hands down her trembling form of mermaid lost ashore, She’s perfect sans freckled nose…