Black of the blue challenging my fears
Scaring my essence to tremble
As i walked down the lane, stumbling
I was all alone and moreover a girl

I brushed aside the growing worries
Pulling up the socks of courage
And stepped ahead in the darkest
Eerie of silence growling out loud

Dogs were howling at distance
Tearing off the sky apart
Stones in my feet were testing me
But I didn’t turn around to have a sight

As I crossed the circle for my lane
A hushed sigh of relief escaped
A whistle of familiarity braced me
I was close to my home now

A meak figure grew closer slowly
And a shadow made its way to me
A familiar face welcomed me
But something was surreal about

He reached his hand to grab me
He clutched the fists I had ready
But the pepper dropped down
The way I was shattered on ground

He hovered around me tight n close
Few more Hawks were in approach
Prey was caught,

Alone,
I walked through the lane
Holding your breath
In chilling winters
Passing through
the same old palm tree

Alone,

Images fade away
Moments blurr off
People change
but
memories stay

They do, inspite
One erase them
Throw e’m in junk
Or
Hide in shelves

Present day:

Rubbing his damp palms he answered,” I am his son”. His lids fluttered like butterfly. But their efforts couldn’t dry off the wetness that had risen up in his eyes. A lanky police constable adjusted his position on the chair. “What did you see when you come back”

Book: I AM M- M- MUMBAI
Author: Rishi Vohra
Publisher: Vishwakarma Publications
Pages: 190

Dear readers,

This is the review for the third book in account of author, Rishi Vohra. After his previous books, ‘once upon the tracks of Mumbai’

In the middle of night:

Her eyeballs wobbled focusing on the clock hung across the wall. The ghost dark room was creepily silent. Rhythemic beat of tic-toc and glowing radium of needles paced up her nerves. It flashed 2 a.m.This was not the first time she had woken up in the middle of her sleep.

Death, a word scariest of all…
Inspires me
Not to die before it comes
To take me back home
Not to die before I carve
My step behind

Death, an emotion as chilling it be…

Book: The last girl
Author: Nick twist
Pages: 412

Dear readers,
This is the review of the debute psychological thriller by the author Nick twist. Before anything, i must confess this book is one of a kind in its genre.

Stroking my shivering palms
I stomped hard in fury
“Why the hell is it raining so hard”?

Gulping in the fuming-hot-coffee
I twitched my brows
At the mud stained doormat

 The Judgment
7.00 p.m.
Twilight brushed off the glazed azure, casting a bluish hue through every corner. Her grip over the sharp edge of the cliff was slowly getting off. Droplets of sweat rising on the tips of her fingers were growing apace. Letting her loosen the clutch on the edge of the rock she was hanging on to.