It’s been over a year since my last post, but today demanded it, because it’s not everyday you are present at the cremation of a great friend. Exactly two weeks ago, I accidentally called him very early in the morning and probably woke him up, but unlike me – who would have been instantly annoyed and ready to open the verbal ...
The young mother dangles the baby up and down by its fresh umbilical cord, like a yo-yo, deciding what she should do with it. Super glue is dripped into the eyes of the man they think is the culprit. Pseudo-charitable youth activists sit to talk about problems and argue with their prosthetic ideals. Hymns flood the air as the attrition-ists ...
The Arab Spring has flooded the channels of our 21st century sensationalist media for months now and seems to have climaxed with the death of Gaddafi. But is the downfall of a dictator the pinnacle of a revolution? Is the world going to sit and watch and celebrate as thousands of innocent people with family, hopes and dreams who may ...
Writing this as I watch Channel 4′s latest shebang, and it has the accuracy of a blind sniper. I think the wrong starts with the description itself when they call the LTTE ‘secessionist rebels’, which I don’t think was a typo when they tried to spell separatist, which is what they were. By accepted definition, a secessionist is a person ...
I wonder how it is to be part of the generation below, looking up at ours To see many the same, many licking imaginary scars Most, rebels, with no causes, just trippin’ away the time Burning the days, fillin’ up on tequila, salt and lime My heroes all died young, I just hear their immortal echoes The only ‘heroes’ they ...
Never thought about writing something like this till recent. In fact, never thought about coming out about this openly. But having recently met a few people who haven’t yet had the epiphany, that realisation that time won’t fix a broken mind, at least not until it’s broken all else around; I’m compelled to put pen to paper, or rather, fingers ...
That’s how long I’ve been using my Lumia Windowsphone and it has been great so far. It’s not a phone I’ve wanted to own, but now that I’ve had a chance to use it, don’t think I’ll be switching to anything else. Sure there are the shortcomings and delayed introduction of apps to it but on the basic functions side, ...
So I’m back. Time and discipline will tell whether permanently or just this night, but I’ve been told I need to find a routine or something to repeat on a daily basis before going to bed. Obviously masturbation seemed the easy way out but while a happy ending seems appealing, this seems more a means to an end. To what ...
It’s been over a year since my last post, but today demanded it, because it’s not everyday you are present at the cremation of a great friend. Exactly two weeks ago, I accidentally called him very early in the morning and probably woke him up, but unlike me – who would have been instantly annoyed and ready to open the verbal ...
Insomnia: I have it. And it is not pretty. And there’s isn’t anything I can do about it except open up the ol’ task manager and figure out what’s running in the background, prompting the awakening. I probably should have listened to my psychiatrist but then again – fuck sleep. What a waste of time really. Not exactly on schedule, ...
Within in these four walls I am free Yet trapped in consciousness Robbed of sleep Whence once snowed dreams Now stream questions The night is wet But the sun prepares its journey to the centre of the sky Will she see us? Are there stars out there tonight? Last call for the moon Nocturnal citizens of the grass, chant their ...
Close my eyes And see hers, into which I’m falling Clasped hands pulse with hope Fervently watching the phone for answers No! for THE answer The clock hand’s every tick, Like a pulled trigger’s click Heart pounding with every tassle laden arterial flick Muscles tense Nerves on the verge, tendons revving to dance The Wait isn’t fun Like staring at the black hole sun, ...
Winter has come Notions cling to the air capriciously Cease and Desist! The notice has been served and the Serotonin factory shall be closed Indefinitely Definitely Unemployed, happiness chooses the noose Panic in the capital A civil war of thoughts Torpedoes from a forgotten past Sinking of the heart Is there no solution? Unison, valium, a binding resolution Come forth ...
Within in these four walls I am free Yet trapped in consciousness Robbed of sleep Whence once snowed dreams Now stream questions The night is wet But the sun prepares its journey to the centre of the sky Will she see us? Are there stars out there tonight? Last call for the moon Nocturnal citizens of the grass, chant their ...
For a long time I was afraid of it. I confused it with loneliness, something I was also afraid of and somewhat related to the topic. It signified insignificance. That my life wasn’t worth external company, care, etc. But here I am, 31st December 2020, listening to Neil Young’s ‘Old Man’, having declined multiple invitations to NYE events/occasions, now sitting ...
Don Henley once said “Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge” And I wish bridges never burned and instead remained, open to visitors, edifices to a place where there was a different peace No railings slithering across for safety, just the moss in bloom, wreaths, reminders of an unfortunate inevitable doom And in the distant dubious dark ...
More precisely, the resulting lockdown and how it changed my perspective. I’m trying to recall what got me here 11 years ago; the things that motivated me to create this space on the internet for the things that oozed from my mind. I remember there was no nervousness about what I wrote. The anxiety was more tied to how it ...
The affliction addiction retreats – revenge likely Long live the bends, benign ends, decadence’s descend Dearly beloved gathered, gaze in amaze. Craze? Haze? No withered ways? Stolen, a Nation’s wealth. Saved, an asshole’s health A noose’s rope, now a line of hope for they who can’t cope Fuck these abstracts. Affects meaning. Distracts. Subtracts We’re not alone. I wasn’t. Changing ...
