This is an experiment, both structurally, and content-wise. I don't think I have ever been this colloquial in any of my pieces. Preferring life over death, or death over life depends all too much on circumstance. A melancholic soul who hates being alive won't necessarily remain that way, and I happen to think that it's [...]
Slow Poison and Hellfire
Anger is the farthest thing from positive emotion, and people tend to see its power of destruction mostly in relation to the outside world. But it does a number on the person too. Anger, in fact, is most noxious towards the one who originated it; especially when such a person tries to keep it from [...]
Rise and Shine
There are two ways in which one can look at a glass of water; it's either half empty, or half full. Reality is pretty loosely defined, if you ask me. (Not that you would, but I thought I should put it out there.) Silver linings aren't hard to find, if you look for it. It [...]
Heavy Is The Head
Personally, I have never understood why power attracts people. Maybe it's because of my obsession with minimalism, and when you have power or when you're a King, your palace is full of maximalist-ish things. Or maybe it's because I like the way my father makes my coffee, and it would feel wrong if someone else [...]
Chandra
No theory or experience in the world truly prepares you for the death of a loved one. I've been through the same situation before when I lost my grandfather (my father's father) two years ago, but it did not make this any easier. My grandmother, (my mother's mother) was called Cheechchi. My cousin coined the [...]
Silence
Before you start reading, just a friendly piece of advice. Listen to yourself. Life is loud; so much so, it almost never lets you focus on the sounds that are important. Like that little voice that's telling you that what you're doing right now isn't what you really want to be doing. Maybe it's wilfull [...]
The World Would Be Monochrome
Faces are interesting. There are hundreds of them on a person. Anyone who is well practiced in the art of mingling knows this. Faces are interesting; but they never tell the truth. They whisper in his ear, Regrets, desires and secrets They don’t want anyone else to know. One would be surprised to learn How [...]
Are You, Really?
I was lucky enough to find someone who knows me well enough to tell how I'm feeling from the way I phrase my 'good morning' text. This poem is a little about that person and a little drawn from my imagination. Let me know if you find it relatable.
Damned Spring
As morbid as it sounds, it seems as if I need some heart-breaking event as an inspiration for creativity. That being said, RIP Scooby, my little angel. The little carved, stone elephant I use as a paperweight. It’s rough, hewn from coral? I don’t know. I only got it a year ago, In Anuradhapura. Maybe [...]
Show Me A Hero
This was inspired by a post I saw on Pinterest. If there's something I learnt from all the people who read this before I decided to publish it here, it's that people can have a lot of different interpretations of it. I'm surprised really. Leave a comment and let me know yours. Show me a [...]
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