A certain numbness, a certain death, has always resided within my soul, and sometimes I can feel its heart beating… feel the numbness, hear death beat with a life of its own- a certain morose, yet regenerative kind of life- lying so close beside the fresh, vivacious, carefree part of me, that to smother one,… Continue reading INDIFFERENCE
Dear reader, Shelley once wrote, “I fall upon the thorns of life, I bleed.” For years, I felt this way too and ended up wallowing in my sorrow. Questions of ‘Why me?’ haunted the dark corners of my mind and kept me from vacating this state for good. It was only in time that the… Continue reading O GARDENER!
One of the most celebrated, debated and discussed topic, art has as many multifarious interpretations as it has judges. Many have tried to fathom and explain its effect on the human heart and mind, and thus, I will be posting a few extracts from an article I penned about three years ago, in an attempt… Continue reading ON ART
Dear reader, it’s funny how the world is so full of contradictions; how every time a proposition is presented, the contradictions come rushing in - the opponents, the critics, the naysayers. Not to sound too morose, but I find the greatest contradiction has manifested itself in regards to the impending inevitable, the doom, the death,… Continue reading The Real in the Unreal
Don’t dare to delve so deep, dear child, into the dark woods that you cannot find your way back… The woods are green and glorious, yes, but the woods are grim and ghastly too. The tenacious woods will trap you within themselves, closing in on you, climbing up your very toes, causing you to tumble… Continue reading The Wild Woods