Recent content by Rupesh Jhabak

Mutability When I am pushed into certain blank corners Of my mind, screaming like a wounded wheel, I let my incomplete glances stain that vacuous Space with insulted meanings and distractions. I question if the existence of my stark thoughts, Like witnesses without doubt forgotten, carry A...

Indeterminate Her For her, dying was not mandatory, She could knot herself to life, And strip the skeleton of death, To unveil its inexhaustible secret. The mirror could see itself in her; Whirlpools of nostalgic infinities. She is the lock that fits every key; The answer to all the questions...