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 […]
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
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.
The Empathetic Drifter 