Ramblings of an eccentric

(Warning: This post is way too long for the weak hearted. Enter at your own risk) (Disclaimer: This is a work of sleep-deprivation. The writer/s have no frigging relationship to this post whatsoever. ) One day, when you have eaten something particularly indigestible, you’ll sit down for a long time and let your mind wander. … Continue reading Ramblings of an eccentric



This is a poem of incomplete stories. A poem about a conversation. A poem which allows to hope for a better tomorrow. "Tell me a story!" A tattered body, a battered mind, Dusty feet and arms covered with grime, A broken heart and some bleeding wounds, Yes, this is a story of poorer times. "What … Continue reading Snippets

A Moment Of Imperfection

As always, there are doubts and thoughts, and memories of certain unwanted sorts, And I wish all that is bottled up flows out, if only my soul could get lighter with a huge shout. Pondering incessantly over all that I’ve done, wishing there was someone to talk on the phone. I think about all the … Continue reading A Moment Of Imperfection


Locked in a cage, put behind a veil, Hidden from damage underneath a shield. Let's not be hurt, let the pain be removed, Aches and butterflies all pointlessly renewed. Let the prologue be silently burnt, This one story does nothing but haunt. And though from horrid depths, i spoke what was true, I really have … Continue reading Unconvinced

All That’s Left

(For the man who lost everything in the turmoil of life) Ashes left, of all memories, bits and pieces of you. A new phase, picking up myself I'll make it through. I see all, in shades of black and white and mostly red. Piercing my walls, devastation swoops in and rips me to shreds. Oblivious, … Continue reading All That’s Left

“There she is!”

Oscar opened his eyes slowly and didn’t recognize the place. He didn’t know the room, the lights, nothing. The only sounds were the periodic beeps of the various machines monitoring his heartbeat and body temperature. He looked at the table on the left and saw framed pictures of the only moments he could remember. He … Continue reading “There she is!”