Archive for authorMayank Bisht

Clouds, stars, lousy humans and romantic bugs, mushrooms and starfish are what I write about. These verses are fantastical dreams and twisted realities. A rich broth of many secrets, some as is and some tempered with. Be cautious before tasting.


Rahul remembered the exact second they started. Not always did he keep a count (to pick up the best one on an anniversary or a birthday to excite and at its worst, as weapons for the arguments and fights).


The streets are swarming
with men of the muck,
and their hideous fashions.


Over-ornamented denims,
crotch hugging.
Sometime brightly colored tapered trousers
low waisted.


Discolored undergarments like family …