Author: Eksentrika

POETRY | In the Morning After

Image credit: Will you be the one, to draw the curtains, in the morning after? Will you be the one, to brew me coffee, in the morning after? Will you be the one, to draw the sheets closer, in the morning after? Will you be the one. to smile shyly, in the morning after? Will you be the one, to lean in and kiss me, in the morning after? OR Will you be the one, to call it a mistake, in the morning after? Khayma Balakrishnan says; “I am a passionate teacher, and an idealistic writer. I write about the...

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SHORT STORY | Yes, I do!

Image credit: ebidenikstotzone Am I really doing this? I still can’t believe myself on this matter. Like girl, you’re so scared to even call the phone hotline to ask for directions but now, you’re up to this huge plan and you don’t even know if it will work. Beep beep! My phone vibrated and Matt’s face flashed on the screen. “Hey, I’m about half an hour away from his place now.” “Awesome! He’s away for some meeting at his office. Probably will be back about 4pm ish.” “Okay, thanks a lot Matt. For everything.” I started choking and my voice...

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POETRY | The Silent Plea

Image credit: deconstructingyourself The harder the rain poured, The louder she screamed. The wind accelerated with force, Reigniting the once-forgotten reminiscence And it sent her hair flying in various directions. Memories as sharp as a sword bled her heart. The tears burnt through her eye sockets, Weakening her with each squeeze, And of reliving the happier days. With shoulders as heavy as the concrete barriers, She sank to the grassy lawns on her knees. Even in her dreams did his absence taunt her. Regrets rose to the surface, Threatening to burst open like fireworks in the sky. Distance drove...

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SHORT STORY | A December Story

Image credit: Autumn was definitely something I looked forward to, but when autumn comes, winter is to follow. The very realization paints a shadow over the beauty of Autumn. But I’d be a fool to let that diminish the beauty that surrounds me like a blanket. I picked up the dried leaves, wanting to paste them in my journal, so that the beauty of autumn would remain immortalized in my memory. As predicted, nature brought winter, and snow covered every inch of the ground, making it look white and angelic. But the fact was, even hell wouldn’t have been as cold as...

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Poetry | Penchant of Sunrise

Image credit: The sun is entirely devoid of darkness It overpowers the universe with its intense flare Feels like an enormous volcanic wind scratching the surface of earth It prides on the mere fact that there can only be ‘one’ who radiates the gleam Temperamental by nature It can be mildly soothing or menacingly fierce Rules with an iron fist and is afraid of none No room for emotional attachment, As blaze is constantly fuelled We aim to be that To transcend all the limits that has been long established To emerge as the imperium that would always...

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