Rose boy.

PART (i) : You’re in your car on the street, tired after a very long day. The thought of home turns in to sighs of longing as you turn a corner and then another. The traffic ebbs to a stop in front of a stoplight. Red stares back at you, smirking as it relishes the … More Rose boy.

free

The words are back, they are like air in my lungs. I have come back to life. There is no greater torture than to be denied the pleasure of words. Writing is my happy place, the one single thing I can lose myself in when all else despairs. Let us take a walk now. Through … More free

Of monsters.

What is a human being? a person? Certainly not the man who throws his children around the kitchen floor like rag dolls, or the woman that takes up paramours behind her spouses’ back. A human being is a giver not a taker, Not a saint but not the grotesque social pariah with the most F*cked up horrific upbringing. … More Of monsters.

Little Infinities.

The essence of people never fades, it continues to live on in the people they have influenced and the things they have done. We are infinite, immortal creatures for only one reason, we are doers. And we are bound to never stop existing because our legacy, our children continue and then their children carry us inside … More Little Infinities.

Control

Our complex human society is simply a cluster of people with immense insecurities being ordered to live together and that, too, harmoniously. but in the end, due to our detestably weak resolve, we formed a system of  anarchy that even persists in subtle forms, to this day. People have their preferences and therefore these preferences … More Control

Playing with sunshine.

And in two weeks we’ll fly again, Perhaps a chinese dinner then, Jennifer Niven This warmth in my life scares me. Because I know that moments of depression, darkness and withdrawal follow these time. After the sea before great calamitous storms is perfectly calm, gentle and flowing. I am riding the euphoria of being on … More Playing with sunshine.