Since the beginning of birth, it has been like this. I've lived in some kind of fear. Today, I can write just about anything but I cannot write a thing about that fear. It's still there. Only it's clearly felt when I am around my loved ones - my family. Calling them 'loved ones' is [...]
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Twice is better.
Evening. It was a day off. The second day off in a row. There's no more luck than that in this life. Day offs are the only gifts I get, because on those days I can waste my time in my own foolish ways. I can write stupid shit. I can interact with the fellow [...]
About other places.
I hardly go anywhere. I go everywhere. I do not go anywhere in the manner in which most of them go. Oh how they go. Trash people. I prefer to stay away from all of them. But sometimes, things aren't in my hands. That's life. Nobody owes me anything. I owe nothing to anybody. I've [...]
Failures and failures and failures.
After two failures in publishing book, I sometimes ask myself, how many more failures will come in my way. But I ask that only to myself and that too only sometimes. It's not a hard question to put before someone else, but no they probably won't understand. The failure isn't that I haven't published. Only [...]
Where have I been.
Haven't read a book in two years. Haven't been anywhere. Haven't met any artist. Haven't felt anything exploding inside of me. What will it take to bring me back to life once again. My life isn't over yet. It's just torn apart and it keeps tearing up more and more. All these lines probably mean [...]
A quiet noon, writings, and songs from the road.
I remember the day when I made this blog. I am not sure if it has been a year or two here. I have been writing poetry since last five years. I have published two poetry books till now. They are available for purchase on Amazon Kindle store. There's so much more that I have [...]
Back again here. Back for good.
I had been away from here. Away for two whole months. Work kept me away. Also, the writing itself kept me away from here. I have been writing mostly in my journal these days. It's forty six minutes past midnight as I type these words and prepare to shoot them all at you. Reading Miller [...]
Disturbed.
This night, again, I have opened the doorway to you. How we lay next to each other. Close. Your breasts ripe with warm blood, reaching for my skin anywhere, everywhere, reaching for my lips wanting my tongue. I hadn't lost my head in a long time. Now I am fully insane and alive, my ears [...]
It won’t stop anywhere.
the acidic smell of love sends me in a vertigo your teeth feasting on my tongue I have let you in before I am letting you in again my arms are open, my chest is bare, my skin is in flames, my wine is sour my head is pounding for your touch I could hold [...]
An update.
23496 words and still running. This piece of text might very well form the basis of my next book. Another year is near. The idea of a new year is thrilling but only until the moment when the clock strikes midnight. Once you've entered the year, it begins to feel all the same. Why. It [...]
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