So my endeavor to write a post every night has quite simply gone to shit. Much like its many predecessors where I’ve managed to bring routine in to my way of life. A very futile exercise as I’ve now come to accept. Mating a shoe fly with a Pomeranian would be more in the realm of feasible, comparatively. Looking back ...
It will start with a series of letters. The shorter ones first for those who matter and have mattered and who deserve a personal note. Of course, colleagues will fall into that category. Perhaps a single one for all. The professionals who tried to treat it will get one too. It won’t be their fault. Some things just can’t be ...
The day started like any other Sunday. Those small, grey konda kurulas gossiping on the neighbour’s roof, the sun stretching and rising, a slight breeze tickling the mango leaves. I started with laundry and came on to the balcony for a smoke. I felt happy about the week and some things that seem to be going well during this horrible ...
The day started like any other Sunday. Those small, grey konda kurulas gossiping on the neighbour’s roof, the sun stretching and rising, a slight breeze tickling the mango leaves. I started with laundry and came on to the balcony for a smoke. I felt happy about the week and some things that seem to be going well during this horrible ...
We’re heading into a lockdown for the weekend. It starts this midnight and continues till 5.00 am on Monday. That’s what the Government had said but I refuse to take that without a pinch of salt and a shot of Hydroxychloroquine, given what happened the last time we were ordered into the equivalent of house arrest, for me at least. ...
My first time attending one of these ‘writer’s meetings’ and I must say it was quite entertaining. To me, what I took out of it was that 1. Ameena Hussein is a lovely person. 2. Sam Perera can be annoying when on the defense but quite the gentleman otherwise. 3. Ashok Ferry is a better entertainer than a writer. In ...
Withdrawal. Remorse Sleepless nights. My eyes dance behind their lids Pantomime flashes across my mind Stranded in limbo between sleep and life The memory makes my muscles tense Every cell screams in agonizing anguish After a long time of peace Turmoil visits me, welcome change I suppose Makes me see things differently Compels me to appreciate the colors of this world ...
The fly buzzed around the dust in the room Like a sugar cube in a whirlpool of stirring tea The tremors and rumbles began within Surging currents of acid effervesce Eerie creaks like a galleon sailing a stormy sea Journey to the center of the kitchen Seeking something to stop the gastric blitzkrieg The fridge, just as empty as my stomach Disappointed, ...
Close your eyes and feel the yearning In the silence hear the time turning Listen closely to your heart pounding Against a nervous frame anxious Patiently waiting for answers No! for THE answer The clock hand’s every tick Like a pulled trigger’s click Muscles tense Breathing dense Questions Doubts Melted moments and nervous bouts The Wait isn’t fun Like staring ...
Broken rains under a hallowed grey Be spared from the wrath Of the deity called fate We pray Behind her painted smile Inside the caverns Of soul and entity Lounge her demons servile Upon her shining son Lie her eyes pensive In them a lucid warmth In them a docile benison In them a tactile hope Through them a A ...
As I sit in the sun The morning warmth sifts across my face Memento Mori A new day bequeathed upon me by life Gratitude Conviction Hope Drumming the beat of my being The world beckons Opportunity in my embrace Whispers of fortune Snickers of temptation Morals Fame Success Lust it creeps in the air Red shadows and raspy laughs Sensual ...
It’s not until you have died inside Descended to the depths of hell And marched against it’s fiery tide Fought for your soul and for your life Defeating the demons within you Amidstthe darkness, grief and strife Shattered dreams, broken bones Trials, sorrow, anguish and pain Broken hearts and empty homes Climbing up fate’s jagged slope Dragging along whats left ...
An important question. Why? Why do we do it? We do it and then it makes us do it Just like us, it cannot stop It just wants it More and more Till our lives just hang Staring into the abyss On the edge of death Like a plague infecting others Till what keeps us together Is not the bond ...
I vaguely recall the time I created this blog. I remember the excitement of thinking of a name and then a URL, and what I would put in the ‘About Me’ section. It had to represent me and what I stood for. I knew what I wanted to talk about and the kind of validation I was expecting. Even the ...
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 ...
So my endeavor to write a post every night has quite simply gone to shit. Much like its many predecessors where I’ve managed to bring routine in to my way of life. A very futile exercise as I’ve now come to accept. Mating a shoe fly with a Pomeranian would be more in the realm of feasible, comparatively. Looking back ...
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, ...
Insomnia: I have it. And it is not pretty. And there 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, ...
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 ...