I have heard this probably a thousand times from people, cursing the weather, the traffic, the situation they are in, complaining and cribbing about other people, about their pain, about how insignificant they feel, comparing their lives with others, drooling over things they believe they
Death is coming. It is that certainty up ahead that everyone is aware of. You don’t know which day could be your last. Is it today, tomorrow, maybe a few years down the road? There’s an unsaid eventuality lurking in every story. You could be
I remember some time ago, chasing many dreams. Venturing out into battles, with whatever little I had. The bloke was hungry. He had seen blood dripping out of so many mouths, that he wanted to see how it felt like. There was an insatiable pep
Even as the Covidian epoch perishes, and we slither into another elusive timeline, it’s hard not to introspect our actions. Goes without saying, it makes us apprehensive of the things that lay in store for us. What we as humans can possibly do is hope.
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 –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
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
Unrest brews in my cup today. Life scares me to death. I am constantly harrowed by all the set of events that gradually arrays with bugles and trumpets winking at an announcement. A hereafter that I can’t see, awaits. The very idea of a hazed
I wish my life could be as erratic as Charles Bukowski changed jobs in Factotum. To be able to quit apathy as it gnaws upon my soul. How magnificent life would be then! To be able to do anything, absolutely anything just for the heck