Amidst the blinding visual imagery of a non existing simulated world of gaming, that entices your mind with its sinister grip of numbness; What do you seek? Amongst the compulsive sexual imagery of a faux world of carnal pleasure, that paralyses your body with its sterile grip of nothingness; What do you seek? Between the … Continue reading Eternal Damnation
It hits me the moment I get off the train. The heat. The sweat. The salt. The sea. The aura of steaming heat arising out of my melting skin. The sting of the salt in the sea of sweat I am swimming in. The stench of fish, leisurely leaking out of the lazy … Continue reading If its Madras, it must be Rose Milk!
Were we ever who we were? Or Were we only who we claimed we were? Are we ever who we are? Or Are we only who we claim we are? Were we always the unknown to our world? Are we always the unknown to our own selves? Will we always remain the unknown … Continue reading Truth Be Damned!
I perch myself on the oddly shaped armchair lent by my landlord and look out the windows. Its 4:56pm. My favorite Bulbul chirps ‘Wipro,Wipro’ somewhere in the vast expanse of the virginal blue carpet that the Gods have laid out for me. The clouds that wore the garb of Mt. Machapuchare, a while ago, seem … Continue reading The Vault to my Wonderland
A whiff of lavender; Tries to kiss the hair behind my ear lobe, whispering sweet nothings of a time gone pale with age. A bass note of the Flute; Tries to touch the edge of my tired eyes, humming the melody of a song that’s past its prime. A riff of Guitar … Continue reading Orb of the Dead
I try not to stare. It’s been a while and you don’t look the same. Yet there’s that charming familiarity that’s warming the air. Were you always this pale? Did I never notice earlier? The triple windows are wide open. A couple of Red Whiskered Bulbuls try to catch my attention; I throw … Continue reading I will keep the lights on…
Your blank page; a seemingly calm lake in the everlasting wilderness of a country brimming with cold virgin mountains in the sinews of my wilting shell Every new word; a dance of the waters rippling away to their slow demise unto stillness. Your blank page; an exquisite garden of Cherry Blossoms somewhere along … Continue reading Your Blank Page…