“You’re so boring.” She said, not even looking at me. I would have retorted, but since of late I simply did not even feel the need to do so. I did not even look at her, though she lay down just inches next to me. I did not feel the need. To be honest, I agreed with her. I am ...

It has been over a year since my last post. Somehow down the line, I have lost the will, the drive, the passion to write. This makes me… upset. I meet a lot of people in daily life. Most of them can’t write for crap. Some of them can. I had the privilege of being in this group of people ...

Searching has ended All in vain Tolling bells Toil, pain For what purpose May I ask We wear these Shallow masks The truth appears Among the lies Betrayal, deceit Time flies I have done nothing Important, I feel Life is hollow An empty reel As for you As for me As for now

I could feel the wind against my face With the window rolled down We sped through the blood red streets under neon clouds I held your hand and Felt your smile through me Together, we waved at the abyss As we passed it by Tomorrow, day after, and next eon The vision fades away as time eats The seeds ...

Cursor blinks over and over again. I sit in front of my computer staring at what is essentially a blank slate. What should I write about today? Normally at this time of the day I would not write anything of this sort. I would be busy working. But today due to a quirk of fate, I have some free time ...

She is gone What is there now is not her She has died Her love has become cold He is gone What is there now is not him He has died His love has become anger Beauty is gone What is there now is emptiness Beauty is putrid Never meant to be forever Life is gone What is there now is a joke Life is death It has been this way all along

Half asleep Half thoughts from a half mind Half written Half sentences and half rhymes Half awake Half happy and Half sad Half crazy Half genius another Half mad Half life Half living with a half plan Half truth Half lies spoken to the Half man Half me Half her, half him Half you Half of all, Half everything (image credits: wikimedia.org)

The breath enters The breath leaves This house of flesh within “I” dwell Giving life to “me”, and the thoughts that churn Within the endless caverns of “my” mind The more “I” breathe the more “I” see It was foolish to live for so long In a world “I” created in black and white For the “pure” lotus arises ...

So this is my half. You can write yours. Enjoy! ————————————- Hey how are you doing? Yeah it’s been a long time huh! Wow you look great! Really? I’m glad you did that. Of course not. But it’s always nice to improve. I didn’t mean it that way. Nevermind. Not really I haven’t seen them for a very long time. When ...

Let me find something interesting for you to hold. I know you like holding on to interesting things. Boring things only make you sad. And when you are sad you drop things. All the special things in the world break when dropped. And I don’t want you to break anything anymore. Look at me. Look at this which I ...

Without your approval I am nothing Without your likes my posts are a waste My words are empty without your nodding My actions are void without your praise So please please approve me Click that little button and like me Laugh every time I say something funny Love me for everything I do for you to see Validate me I am your Parasite And you are mine (image credits: www.organicnutrition.co.uk)

I still remember that day When I held you close Looking at the city lights We were content We were happy We were in love But I knew at that moment That you will go away One day Just like everyone else And as I predicted Now it is just me today Standing alone Looking at the city lights I am content I am happy But I am not in love (image credits: nightskyhunter.com)

Memento Mori. I remember the first time I read that, somewhere around 2011 or so. “Remember your mortality”. I was working in the University of Moratuwa, mostly sulking about thinking of my failed relationship (it took me awhile to get over my first breakup),  and I often found myself coming to the same conclusion over and over again: “Nothings ...

Real thoughts flood in from time to time; it is a sensation that I am growing increasingly unfamiliar to. Sometimes it is difficult to phrase sentences in my own mind. As I have come to understand I am slowly losing control of m thought faculties. So this is what it means to be insane. I feel like I am floating ...

Three thirty in the afternoon. She still had not called. I was waiting since morning, possibly since the time I was fully awake on my bed for her call. Perhaps it was foolish for me to assume that she will call me, but nevertheless I waited. You could say that I did not even have my breakfast nor lunch. Those ...

It’s been a week now My head burns no more Yet my throat still does The windpipes moan in pain Irritated airways Contract and expand As I cough up more phlegm This is sickness A certainty in life Everyone else is out there improving Having fun in the sun Beautiful people becoming more beautiful Strong people becoming more strong Smart ...

What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? In the year 1994, we saw the rise of the worlds most powerful superhero. They called him various names before his public introduction. The Real Superman. Power-guy. Infinite Man. All these names that the media came up with, and when he finally spoke at that fateful UN conference in ...

(Originally written on a text file) This was a new text document A blank slate A void There was nothing written on it Until now After my keystrokes Paints letters upon it Deflowering it Is one so ugly If one is not pure? Is purity based on being unused? Is it not better instead If we base purity on goodness? ...

Fall of a solid droplet That brings forth The harmony of the universe In a single expression The work has now Transformed into play As the soft winds Caress your body You observe the unity And separation Of all things Chasing the Moon You have come As the Star Did not grant Your wishes true And I pray That one ...

There was a hole in my pocket But  I had not known Plummeted down like a rocket When placed inside, My phone Downwards seemingly for so long It would’ve been in pieces, I reckoned This looked so very wrong For many a long split second Until it landed with a soft sound On the soft grass, beautifully green I remained ...