Clearing the Slate
We come to the world, tell them, make contact, only to come back to where we started, leaving things in a lurch and rising in disappointment every time. It is simple, isn’t it? Or complex at the same time? It…
A Speck of What I Can Offer
A person sees this world through their own eyes, their own ideals, their own visions, plans, and aims, and everything is singularly decided and done with the self in the centre. While there is the context of people and their…
The Trap of the Closed Logic Loop
I think a lot of time and effort is wasted in figuring out what’s what. While we look for the things we need to be grounded in, or the spaces where we need to be philosophical, we let ourselves wander,…
Why I Write
Voices in my head often tell me not to write. Not in those exact words, of course. They tell me to move on. They tell me not to think so much. They tell me to focus on work, on family,…
Everything Must Fall In Line
Why is it that some lives feel like they’re forever rehearsing, but never arriving? There has been a long, consuming struggle which has often been without clarity toward something that may or may not have been meant to be. The…
Chasing Her
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been chasing her. Not a woman, really. But something like her.A silhouette in the distance—sharp, confident, impossible to forget.She walks like she knows the answers. Talks in riddles. Smiles rarely but meaningfully.And…
The Silence Between Us
It’s a page I’ve got, I’ve got to cross-check because it’ll disappear, Like the time has passed and that, which will, To the point it ever was, till the point it ever will. Blue, green and brown, yes, they’re…
Lost in the Noise of Purpose
Not all of a sudden, neither a planned effort it was and it had to be. It became either one when I came and sat down to write this idea of a thought. This, as minutely is been observed, has…
As If I Got it All Right
Let’s say, for the sake of not saying, There has been a point to wander without a clue, To defer away from the meaning and the true needs, To realise that whatever is done is without anything real. There’s a…
The Way It Always Was
Feel it today and let it slip away for tomorrow, It was never yours and it is a distant truth now. All heads were high all day only to be wasted to nothing, Only to shred pieces into pieces never…