He sat there in the uncomfortable plastic chair, cheaply available for festive occasions, as he avoided the flickering lights, embracing the dancing girls and men in the party, to which he was invited out of compulsion. The host beckoned and then forcefully pulled him to the dance floor. He moved his legs like a snail until he was too drunk or physically done with the dance. Continue reading Party last night…
Sing me words of silence
You behold in your bosom
Why live and try?
Let us die the moment
That passes by Continue reading The Sinful Entrée
‘You have to go through all this.’ Sarah loved saying that to people, ‘Perks of being with me.’
‘I never objected that.’ He replied watching Sarah recline in her chair. The same chair that has been a trademark of every office, with steel legs to support the uncomfortable leather seat. Continue reading Fucking Besties!