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 are cast,
Our first breath like a sigh of despair,
How insignificant, how small
How ridiculous our morrow. Continue reading
(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. But for me it just doesn’t make Continue reading
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 and what’s not Continue reading
Kai Miyagusuku. A teenager with a hot head. The archetypal ‘tough-guy’. Continue reading
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 understand there is something wrong in the way we look at situations, others and ourselves? Continue reading
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 out of mind. Continue reading
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 it’s toll on me. I can’t think straight. Last night as I walked out into the open, I felt a great burden had been lifted, yet it was not time to rejoice. Less than a week left for the exams. Continue reading