On a dark and stormy night, a lone Stranger walked into a tavern full of bikers. Now these weren’t bikers who biked for exercise or to do wheelies in front of girls. These were the true gangster bikers. The sort that is covered in tattoos, hair and an aura of cigarette smoke. They eyed the Stranger with a look of ...
I kiss your orange lips with my red Your purple tongue intwines with my pink Your hair, a perfect chaos Your black eyes half closed I explore your inviting body And you explore mine I give you pleasure And you return it a hundred fold Every touch, a small explosion Every breath, every movement Culminating to explosive ecstacy Your eruption is beautiful
“All the world’s a stage” – William Shakespear (image credits: http://www.eift.in/courses-acting.html) Life is mostly about acting isn’t it? It’s about playing roles in various scenarios. You aren’t really one thing. Sometimes you are the professional, sometimes you are the slacker, sometimes you are a “good boy” following all the rules and sometimes you are the one who breaks all of ...
I started writing this without a title because I didn’t want it to have a specific form. I believe that when you give a title to something before you begin, you add constraints to it. When you add constraints to something it limits the free-flow of creativity. This may be a good thing when it comes to academic articles, but ...
This is the first time I’m posting a video on my blog, I believe. If you don’t know this guy, I hope you are not Sri Lankan. If you are Sri Lankan (or not) and you don’t know this guy, get to know him. Gappiya is one of the best Sri Lankan Youtubers out there. I like the little ...
Hey all, Sorry for being silent. I’ve been really busy for the past few months, and had to deal with a few unexpected challenges (which I am still dealing with). Hadn’t had any time to produce anything decent for awhile! But that’s the problem you see; not writing creative stuff does impede your overall creative ability. Most of the time, ...
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 ...
Shackle me no more! I have grown tired of these chains!! No more begging.. No more pleading.. They will not listen to a feeble voice, A voice that seeks sympathy or compassion.. No they merely tighten their grasp.. Entangling me further! The more I give in, The harder they grasp! Luring me in with false promises Into a world built ...
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 ...
She looked beautiful, standing against the moonlit window, the white bed sheet wrapped around her otherwise naked form. The longer I looked at her the more thankful I was for meeting her when I did. Chance is wonderful like that. My eyes caressed her slender figure, and drunk in the beauty of her dark hair moving gently to the night ...
Drowned Underwater What would you call being suffocated by the very thing that gives you life? When what the dying man in the desert craves, came forth in unwarranted abundance? Choking you with the fury of a thousand wrestlers? Taking away all that you had Perhaps even all that you will ever have Your house cleansed without your permission Your ...
