Category: Culture

potential of a memory

in the light of the sun through a window; sized medium, shutters green-slight it slits on the top; reminds me of old cameras — yet what it records? life inside or outside? Both? I am soaked by the frame. It’s reference — a sketch….

song in rain

the rain drank the sun; the day fingers a grey-dark ceremonial like some ritualistic garb, aiming for some funereal demonstration or a pilgrimage set in marble and the edification of a time forged in multidimensional pathways — subtle yet interesting the rain drank the…

crashing on boredom

What is this feeling we call boredom? — was it always a paradox? should be; life is in the roots in the air — zigzagging between the nodes in some membranous digits and some pockets the chemistry of boredom can only be measured when…

Slices of Writing (2)

Now that I have established certain stuff I hope it gets to you in an important. If not, no matter — I have some more pointers. If you already knew the previous rules, more power to you. If not, try to incorporate them in…

Slices of Writings (1)

I been writing for 16 years now. I know it may not seem like a long time but I do believe that because I was writing this long, both consistently at times and intermittently at others, that I have gotten some experience. My experience…

erasing pain

my heart has swallowed a large pitcher of sadness pre-summer days quote in heat and sigh in zephyrs like commas in a run on sentence — building up my bones like a house or a locomotive; both nano and steam evaporates through the lines…

lamenting friendships

I think for the past few days I have been feeling a certain alienation from people. People are not logical. This is something I have learned both the easy way and the hard way. But, this is not a treatise glorifying emotions either. Emotions…

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