Busy losing connection to yourself, the mind in stasis.Flooding the self with moments that don’t stick.Busy, the body occupied in praise without pride.Leaves you stumbling in the medley of your anxiety. When did you last pause, and be.Longing for a digital coma that brings back lifeyou thought you’d never again see.A quiet that’s been missing […]
Lost path, without cause, I stumble on jagged rocks, hunting for the unknown in time-bound sorrow._ Neurons that spark in despair, and fuse in restfulness. Is ignorance peace?_ To feel is to love. But gone a love, a nectar of fulfilment, lost to the mind’s pretentious trickery._ Heartburn of an obese felt even in the […]
Two friends find themselves embroiled in a soul-clenching situation they should have turned their backs on.
This is Chapter 1 from my medieval, supernatural thriller (work in progress), Nethorn’s Shadow
Routine, repetition, retardation in my life.“All but my fault”, the hymn of denial.Slate, ash, taupe, my thoughts are in strifeAs the gavel bangs in this ceaseless trial. Stayed awake dreaming, but mindlessly asleep,a sliver of aspiration kept me tethered.Memories of when I was unfiltered, unadulterated,but now appeasing the world in a bogus shroud. – Ted
Interesting story about a man in distress.
Sometimes, the things that you hold dear and care for, can turn on you…
There are times in your life where you think everything is against you. You can’t even grab a cup of coffee without spilling it over.
There’ll be a time where you’ll find something incredible in your life, and you’ll know it.
An unfortunate death in my family inspired me to write this. A lot of people loved and respected my grandpa. He was the only doctor in the village he grew up in and to date still refer to him as “Doctor sahib”.
This isn’t just an ode to a good man it’s also a way to express how important it is to indulge in every bit of your life because you never know what might happen tomorrow.
Feeding blue to a world I explored, “Will it always be like this? Hmm…”, I implored. Watching the dew drops dwindle down a dusty doomsday, I stared at the mirror above, “What would mom say?” The fiery breeze, cremated the corpses; The hum of the billions persist, just like mosses. A lonely soul grazing the sole […]
“Ugh!”, Ted exclaims as he drives to his grandfather’s 135-year-old log cabin, through the dark, shady woods at night, during a storm. It’s on these type of nights, one understands why this place is called the Hollow-hell forest. It looks calm yet deadly as if it could devour you whole in one swoop. Thunder booms and […]
The Empathetic Drifter 