A poem is a cover up It conceals more than what it reveals What is significant in a life truly lived is the thing that poetry can only pretend to represent. Poems are an easy way out of the smoulderings of the soul Never trust a poet. Poets are brave and very stupidly so They… Read More Poets
Right there in front of my eyes does the light of my world keeps evolving into shades that I have always been left to register. I have found it tough to open up. As I hold on, shades vanish and hues devolve so as to match changed backgrounds. Honestly, on occasions I have felt abandoned… Read More Right There
As beings lacerated in thought, throwing up our judgments of the world at it, we can’t help seeming pitifully ridiculous. Our predecessors were content with a handful of what we have in gazillions. Intellectual achievements today are too many to be even bothered about. A Socrates grins in eternal sleep at the contagion he unleashed.… Read More How Does It Matter?
Was looking for a suitable word to title this post. A word that could rightly vouch for the state of my mind at the moment. It had to denote some intense energy and playfulness. It had to exude a groovy rhythm and had to be a bit raunchy. Many surfaced as contenders: bliss (sounded too… Read More Ecstasy
I so wished to pontificate and be viewed by the ecclesiastical authority as the indomitable challenge. One that could not be conveniently bogged down. The iconoclast has always been a quick success. Standing on a parallel pulpit, he is someone who has had an easy audience. While placating the enraged religious sensibilities, the heathen in… Read More A Pretentious Post
That countenance is beyond the limits of any of my descriptive capabilities. Let me whisper the most to you. The surprised barber and the utterly scared thrill that accompanied. The red scissors announced to him that hair was not a dead part of the body anymore. Bunches of the same when he had tried slashing, fountains of the red… Read More Bloody
So that ecstasy may continue and dearth deepen. Because of you haven’t lost touch can say I have known you. In order to have lived differently thought superior. As a result content and proud brave, shy and cheerful. For desires shake me in dreams alone reality gets dreamier. Is it… Read More Wish The Predicament Lasts