KAUSTABH KASHYAP

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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“Little Rose” by KAUSTABH KASHYAP

Submitted to Contest #50

'The shepherd's pot of gold was back at home.'Your boss, a dapper young-man, can pull off a tidy look even in scruffy casuals. Though he sits beside you in his snug, mauve tank-top and deceptively clean chinos, who is to say he won't change into a well-ironed suit in a minute or two. But more than anyone else, he alone has taught you never to size up a book by its covers. That includes him and his cutting, cryptic remarks.You'd think you had given up heeding his wry humor, pouting each time he micromanaged the errands he doled out to you, ju...

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“Exhibitionist” by KAUSTABH KASHYAP

Submitted to Contest #49

He is an edgy, impatient cab as he walks into the café, interrupting its expensive, up-tight ambience. His deep-set eyes, which are fallen stars, skim through the velvety booths like hurried wipers and take on the familiar shade of regret. I am no less than a hound at sniffing out disappointments. Under watchful eyes, you must keep your forsaken chin up and pretend you are right as rain.There's also the possibility of over-reading. The odds he has invited himself in for solo rounds of macaroons and coffee could be staked. Or some other exoti...

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“Seeds” by KAUSTABH KASHYAP

Submitted to Contest #48

'Life without children is an unsavory gravy.' He wrapped his mind tightly around those words. Far away from his roots, afraid to be discovered. He felt so powerless and alienated. Like a twig which could snap at any moment.  A man like him shouldn't be relying on some fortune-teller's half-baked notions of finding answers. He knew how to wield a sword blindfolded or ride a horse at lightning fast speed. Yet here he was in a dusty, raggedy cloak fumbling through a necromancer's map like his life depended on it.Fire flowers glow...

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“The Wake” by KAUSTABH KASHYAP

Submitted to Contest #47

I remember you like a trapped bird tries to forget its cage after it flies to open skies. "Be a rebel to routine. Be the fiery blood of youth."Your words never ceased flowing from the fountain of inspiration, even when you sounded casual. It was simply impossible to make you look through my mundane eyes inside the world we were struggling to fit in.Until I discovered your letter in my weather-beaten, reclusive letterbox, I was in no small delusion. I thought I had stacked you away in my mind's drawer like an insignificant ball of threads. On...

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Author bio

Lazy Poet. Indecisive Short-story writer. Freewheeling Columnist. Link to my published book of poems: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1636069487/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=kaustabh+kashyap&qid=1602073483&sr=8-1