why do I write ? I write because I can. This is the one selfish endeavor I indulge in which sometimes can be the least selfish thing I do. I don't look at how many views a post gets, how many people comment, I've never been freshly pressed. I have never taken this seriously. However, … Continue reading Why ?
Naive, I picked up a book Daring it to evoke emotion; Asking perhaps her pages to convey something, anything! I'm a convoy on route To promised lands different from my own. A skeptic I am as I board this vessel, I approach it like I do temples and shrines; Quetioned it as I do the … Continue reading Every reader there was.
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I sometimes think I should take a break From the noise inside my head But those images behind closed lids- A silent movie forever on repeat- Of happy memories distorting into tales of regret; When they're playing on loop To a sountrack that's just one note off beat, Its not just about forgive and forget. … Continue reading Dear diary,
Fear not the loss of egoOr the spite of societyThat mocks those that bow -A bent spine is not a broken oneOr worse still- one that never existed.In strife there must be a loser Yet fear not the battles one must fightFear not the warsAnd the tides that climb high;For ebbs and flows are the … Continue reading The Tempest
Some days like today I’m struck with this urge to organise: everything must have its place and a place for everything. These are the days the house gets rid of massive amount of “junk” wherein any little thing whose existence in the house can’t be justified gets thrown into the trash. Days later I’ll sit … Continue reading Drafts
It's so early in the morningAlmost called to wish you good night;Frantic fingers fighting lewd tunes of a wannabe symphony;A caccaphony- of confessionsBorn of chemical imbalancesBalanced on words strung incoherently.I can't contain this Anymore than a shadow dancing To whims of a distant flame.was my first love after allThe concept of belonging? It is after … Continue reading Synthetic emotions
Her house is wallpapered in sureality; Dreams she said, are the blueprints of reality Said the earth was red and the sky greenMiss Malaprop, her apprentice had once been. In a burst of spirt she once saidI'll swim the skies and walk the oceans pole to poleI'll move against the tideAnd wake up at midnightGo … Continue reading Growth
If not graceAnd simplicity Is Stability justA state to be in? Is it wishful fantasy ... What is calmIf not the eye of the storm. Judgement and longingAre they reflections of realityOr projections of our own uncertainty? Aren't most questions in essence RudimentaryAwaiting pre-thought answers uncounciously? Is everything essentially All that what you want it … Continue reading What is beauty
Can my ideas intended for evoking a response Do just that? Are my thoughts... provoking? Have you felt envy's pinch for letters Strung out on a whim. Are you like me, Questioning whether your ideals swim in pools of grey; Or are you in search for unfamiliar ways. Have you come across opinions guised as … Continue reading Musings
In shades of white martyred to reds In the spill of blood and sweat Whole, merciless and unforgiving, This passion can set you ablaze Literally, figuratively & symbolically... Amidst it all is A confession to make- a realization perhaps- It was never about mere designation; My dereliction of duty Means betrayal to self, It was … Continue reading Doctor