Wereworker
When you are not around,I turn into a wereworker. I pounce on the cabinetAnd up on the files,Romp on the keyboardAnd jump on the tiles. I chew away the keys,When I look for a cloud,And drench in the rainOf my miserable crowd. Graze on the
Observant
Throw me into the worldTo notice little things,From the throbbing of my heartWhen I go silent with the wind. To the nooks that hideCobwebs in my room,And the walk that drivesMy legs out of the gloom. While the moon seeksRespite from the clouds,The sun rides
The Kite Runner Book Review – Khaled Hosseini
The Kite Runner carries one hell of a story that speaks volumes of remorse, deeply rooted in sands of time. It rips you apart beyond reparation. You can’t empathize enough with the memories of a little boy scarred for life. The book is more of
Nonage
Rent me a place in your childhood,I wish to witness your lifeTake form as you growOld as you are now,And I want to hold you tightAfter every little fightYou had with lifeTrying to figure outWhy some things never panned outWhen they worked out in your
Waning Modus Operandi
Sometimes I am scared of what I might become. What if I forget my modus operandi. Can an artist forget his trait? I started off to be a writer, now an array of vocations caper about on my dashboard. The inclination towards direction affects my
Power is Control
Power is control –A shard of mythThat you think you own,But you are a marionetteDangling at fate’s behest.You think you moved?You are pushed.You think you are quiet?You have been silenced.Think you have spoken?You have been forced to scream –A painful bellow,You have been marked yellowFor
The Gardener
When the dawn came,And the sun blamed,He plodded through the hallway lonelyDragging his weight toward the gateThat opened to his garden slowly. Jumped in joy,To find the coyThat patiently awaited his eyes –Spring had comeAnd the birds had sungA song he had wanted to try.
The Lumineers – Sleep On The Floor Analysis
Some pieces evoke a deep sense of pathos, this is one of them. Every time I listen to it, every time I watch its beautifully crafted video, I can’t stop myself from reflecting over it for hours. This is what I ended up commenting on
Calling a Potato
I have often pondered over this existential question one too many times – Should we be completely honest with people? Should we really tell them what we think about them? Can we really call a potato a potato? A spade a spade? Then I am
The Human Condition
All my life you had me believe,I had a condition – You can’t do this,You can’t do that.You can’t be him,You can’t be you.Must walk straight,You can’t run wild,Don’t stand there!Why do you slouch?You don’t know things,Should’ve known by now.You can’t keep up,You are way