Often we feel A certain extrasytole A disobediant murmur Ruining the rhythm of our heart. We quietly wonder what Our limbic cortex is up to now. Is it that girl Dancing like a diva? Or that hot guy Showing off his smile We get attracted to flashy people Quite easily. It’s like moths flitting around A table-lamp. A hot one, indeed; They feel the burn when they make contact. But what about the…

“What is lost, will be found.” With fever comes the relentless barrage of eddies of thought-fragments. Ones which had been repressed by you subconsciously as soon as you had conceived them. Little figures like stowaways on a ship- sent to walk the plank, to sink down into the depths of your mind as soon as they had been found: lurking in the hold of the ship. You, the captain- you sailed on,…

Even before he could jump, he could already feel himself hurtling through the air and then on the pavement below. He could feel the impact on his head, teeth, and the calm silence that followed. He flinched, but only for a moment. The wind tossed his hair all over his face, just how the clouds smeared their impermeable greyness over the far horizon. Rain poured with vigour, far far away. Why…

𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘛𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘵, 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥.𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦-𝘣𝘺-𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦;𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳-𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳-𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 … … 𝘐𝘯 𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳.

There are ten million words welling up inside meSquirming like eels in a tank, writhing in the darkness.Lightless are these waters of the Other-place.The words churn and soon die down; these are dark tides-Swelling and heaving within- in an endless cycle. The sunlit palace of Volition drowns every surface In dazzling brilliance; shadows have no place here.We keep our demons at bay, imprisoned,…

This overwhelming feeling of helplessness, when– something we could have done, but instead we failedto perform, we couldn’t see it through:much akin to the breezewhich often picks up, and then lets go-but can never shake the apple from the branch.Even though every task, leading up to this pointhad been done sincerely- and with fragments of our literal soulthrown into the rusted cauldron of…

Imagine this: a vast expanse of black void. One single point of light shining through, and you see the light shining off of reflective surfaces that suddenly come into view.

Suddenly you see them. Vast megastructures of green ice. Pillars of permafrost rising out of the very void that had permeated all your vision up till now. You- kneeling beside a small statue embedded into a small stony…

There was a boy inside a grown man who once existed. He often remembered happenings from the past, but was for most of his time laden heavy with all the sedatives his body had been consuming in form of words and actions towards him. Thus, he often forgot how he felt, he forgot a lot. Indeed, he did forget a lot of the details, and it kept piling inside him like rain into a pitcher- the level…

In some corner of this small and lonely earth Does a certain boy wake from slumber. A slumber troubled by dreams of gore and blood: Severed heads and bitten-off arms; Of slit throats and tongues- red with gristle- Dragged through the slit- crazed heathen beings Forced to kill and eat each other at gunpoint.

And I dream of him. I dream of all the pain going through his head.

Being numbed by my own…

“I’ve outgrown you”

Oh! What a horrid thing to say!

But here I stand

My heart in hand

The years gone by, my eyes now dry-

And you’re unchanged in every way. Those selfish eyes

Those sad li’l sighs

That stubborn chin with a stifled grin-

Your stupid sense

Of confidence

In whatever you think is just or true

Or logical, or should happen to you

– all’s still the same. You’re still a dud

You’re a…

​I stopped by the boundary wall,

Stopped and gazed at the crumbling brickwork

now reinforced, plastered and painted.

I knew what it was, inside –

Where the rotting hadn’t stopped. Something blew leaves along its length.

The rain was pelting down

like bullets upon my coat.

Moss had overgrown the part

where it merged with the road. And then I knew exactly what had brought me here. Skybound…

Sometimes we are too busy texting people, sometimes one-too many at a time. We switch between so many apps like crazy-players, moving back and forth from first court to third court; trying to land the perfect strike every time, or to return it quickly before adjusting their footing for the next volley. (more…)

When I was a kid, I used to have a ‘lightning-wand’. It was the broken half of a wooden stick formerly used at either end of a calendar to keep it from flapping in the breeze.

Every time there would be a storm, I’d run out onto the terrace with my father, and wave in glee at the clouds, wand in hand- and my, did I dance when the skies crackled with my magic.  I still remember jumping in madness,…