I might share a little more tonight, or I might not. Who really gives a damn? It's time I start working towards my vision. My vision. What is it? I have never written it down. I only have a vague idea. It's there in my mind since long, suspended like a thick haze, dead but [...]
Category: prose
Sometimes, I get this feeling.
Sometimes, I really get this feeling that I can pull it off, that I can make it after all. Sometimes everything is going just fine. The music sounds melodious. Any music. The trees are swaying just right. The winds ain't too harsh. The dogs are barking in love. The birds are smiling as they fly [...]
A little something this evening.
The sandstorm is back after a week. I started writing this at around 5:40 in the evening. It was a lovely day outside, so I spent the whole day roaming everywhere inside my home. I am happy with the sales I have made so far in the ongoing Free Promotion deal of my book Red [...]
Are you not a writer forever?
What is really a writer's problem? Which amounts to the same as asking, what is really your problem? Are you not the writer of your own life? Are you not? In this sense, are you not a writer forever? Can you ever stop that? Even after your death, your something remains here in some form. [...]
Inner conversations.
A call from my boss. 'When are you coming back? You were supposed to come back today...' he said as soon as I picked up his call. 'I am never coming back motherfucker. Go to hell' I thought and then I said, 'Not this week. Next week maybe...' For the rest of the day, hideous [...]
And another movie.
Reading another short story by Raymond Carver. It's funny. It's about some fat man in a restaurant who keeps on eating, and then he goes home. A lot of fat in there. A lot of fat. And a lot of eating. I laugh and look out of the window. The weather is good. The winds [...]
I am not.
I am not a poet. I know nothing of rhythm or rhyme or imagination. I am like Henry Miller. I am a talker and I talk through words. I hate my voice, those repulsive vibrations of my vocal cords. I would rather not speak. Ever. I would rather decay in my plastic chair on some [...]
No more tonight.
Opened a new page. Let's see what have we got tonight. A packet o biscuits and no dog to feed. A water bottle half empty. A pair of lungs half collapsed. Let's introduce ourselves gently to the matters of death and life beyond dying. Let's open our legs and bare our backs to the harsh [...]
Deep in the night.
Wasted most of my evening time watching stupid films on television. Now, lying awake deep in the hollow pit of this night. Alone and weak and faltering like a soldier with three arrows through his chest and one through his ass. I lay down like a corpse in the coffin that is my bed. I [...]
Sitting on my ass.
Another day. Who would have thought. But it's here. It's always here. It's spreading its eagle wings, opening its dinosaur mouth. It's going to devour me today, just like it did yesterday. I am tired and weak and there's something in me which is incurable. I write my blogs inside locked bathroom, on the toilet [...]
