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I dreamt of dreams without doorsOf love without wars.That we could belongIn some place together for longOf conversations without qualifications Of expectations without recriminationsThat w …
Funny how rearranging a couple of words in a single sentence can convey a meaning so different from its original form. Some times the difference is striking, often it is subtle but upon further analysis no less different. Perhaps sometimes even more, given the subtle but profound nuances that convey shades of meanings not initially revealed at first glance.Take the phrase …
In absence the sun doesn't shine. Peals of gold that divulge the paradigmOf senses garbled blindRiotous shrieks of colour That mock the divineOut of dark does light divide. Fields which unfold before hungry eyesDown the myriad hued tiers of paradise The sun in yellow does ariseIn essence, your love, my divine.
Having moved on, I thought the selfish brat of the ex, as the last one shall henceforth be known, would have gone on with his life without a care in the world save for the usual bemoaning of how stupid the world is and the alleged idiots at his work place in particular. Sleep, Self, Work with the occasional Sex thrown in (on his terms) really defined his life. I was …
Having moved on, I thought the selfish brat of the ex, as the last one shall henceforth be known, would have gone on with his life without a care in the world save for the usual bemoaning of how stupid the world is and the alleged idiots at his work place in particular. Sleep, Self, Work with the occasional Sex thrown in (on his terms) really defined his life. I was …
You weren't very promising to begin with.Spiky on the outside, hard, unyielding, forbidding.With just the faintest hint of the fragrance within.A heady, intoxicating mix, at once overpowering yet fragrant. The allure of the flesh therein.So I tore my flesh from rending that skin, bloodied my hands on those treacherous spikes.Just because I believed there was something worth …
"Na" he said. Pushing a large black Mont Blanc paper bag at me without so much as the de riguer niceties. He was almost an hour late, no apologies, no explanations. But this was his SOP, the man I'd dated, the one who proposed and the face I'd addressed as 'Dear' for slightly over 4 months.An impassive countenance that masked unfathomable thoughts. A face alien in …
Blame not the foul north winds,for the rank stench of decay and complacency .Look not to the sands of time,for succor in your quest for redemption.Shake not your fist at the barren heavens,for its callous contempt for your cries of refreshment.Cling not to finely wrought metal for comfort,Cool to touch yet quick to burn.Perceive instead the rot within,the impatience, …
Do not lie,when you talk of things that fly,And jewels in the sky.For in my mind's eye,all I see are men that squirm beneath pewtered wings of vacuous glory,And stagger with vapid smiles and fevered brows.To where they do not know,only to find what they do not seek.As the world shudders with every step we take.
It used to be a good place to work. Friendly environment, good hours, decent work, shitty pay but hey something has to give and we were fully apprised of the fact. Comfortable, auto-cruise mode and you can understand why some people entered and stayed with a view towards retirement in the firm. I was even guilty of that once. Complacent and comfortable with the pace of …
I remember that night.As we lay in bed and you laid your head on my shoulder.When I said the fault lies with none and that you should lay your cares on me.I lied.
I love my post holiday leave day. Ostensibly taken because I need a day after a nice holiday to adapt and adjust my mindset back to the rigours of work. At least that's what I tell everyone. It's better than saying I'm lazy and want an extra day off to do anything but work. Which may include running my own personal errands I'd normally not get round to doing, more pampering, …
Sometimes I sit and stare and wonder why you care.About the little trifles and idiocies you feel you bear.Then I remember you are you and I am me.That the things we hear while same, may differently wear.And that really I shouldn't care.
Sometimes I sit and stare and wonder why you care.About the little trifles and idiocies you feel you bear.Then I remember you are you and I am me.That the things we hear while same, may differently wear.And that really I shouldn't care.
Things have been moving along at breakneck speed these past couple of weeks. Some not as fast as I would have liked, others a blazing blur of activities and snappy (but thought out) decisions. Being able to get a breather, sit back and reflect is a pleasant change.Got round to doing Lasik at long last. Haha all in one day in fact. I figured it'd be a nice fresh, almost …
Feelings. Because the basest, unrationalised ones are often truest.I hate the smell of rain on hot asphalt. The warm dusty musk of wet earth released mingling with the stench of hot tar. The barely perceptible little oodles of steam that rise as the rain slaps the pockmarked road. A noxious assault on the senses.I detest cowards who lie because they have no sense of self. …
Looking back at the most recent posts, I realized that they've largely either been the depressive emo kind or invariably start off along the lines of "I haven't blogged for so long but here's what's happened so far". The emo depressive posts, on hindsight, are a little too emo for my liking; painting the picture of an emotionally challenged individual beset by many …
I stare ahead, into the darkness and the Abyss stares back at me. As my world slowly crumbles around me. The unescapable sounds of disintegration, my only company.
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