Dead Men Walking

    We are all dead men walking, Trudging to the end of time, Going through meaningless lives, half lives  Morbid, morose, melancholy. Through the annals of the rose, We come forth like the autumn winds, We are ingrained in the ways of life, Sickness and sorrow and love abound. Then into the world we…

Ramblings of Love: How Do I Take This?

(A bereft lover takes stock of reality and the toxicity of his love.) How do I take this into consideration? Staying away from each other ? I find that very notion very restrictive to my mental makeup. I cannot fathom how I can go all these days without even seeing her. It seems that she needs this….

Lost: A Lyric Compliation

It’s been so long I heard that song It made me sweat when I sang along And even after all this time that went pass by It hits me like a rock and I still don’t know why Take me on your motorcycle Run with you through the hairs We don’t care for what’s wrong…

On Mistakes

We Make mistakes. Making mistakes is a basic human trait innate to every human being. Nobody is born a saint. Mistakes upset us, make us detest our being, make us act irrationally, muddy the waters of clarity in our minds. Yet mistakes must be made. How do we learn if we don’t make mistakes and…

“Lest we Forget”: The Curious Case of Memories

Memories. Every passing moment gives you a memory. It is like an illness without a cure. The incurable terminal disease in whose vortex every living soul is trapped till he or she takes his/her last breath. You cannot do away with them. They are involuntary records of our experience. Out of sight maybe, but never…

Befuddled

The clock is ticking. Every moment seems like it is meant to pass faster than it ever has. I sit safe and sound inside my world. But it is about to crumble. I feel it. My head is aching. It seems yesterday’s alleged viva (which turned out into a full blown group discussion) has taken…

Driftwood

In loneliness my mind goes berserk. It wants to float away into the endless abyss of nothingness, into oblivion and drift nonchalantly above the convoluted fetters of reality which ties it down. In loneliness it goes berserk. The copulation of rhyme and reason makes no sense to it. It is a rather unfortunate occurrence. Breaking…