I stopped wondering what we are The moment you closed the gap Between question mark and full stop Advertisements
Looking into your eyes is descending into chaos Of lost dreams and forgotten yearnings You look at me as if I am a mirage Who will vanish as you step closer Can I blame you though when it was me Who cut off the road to all the maybes?
You and I have seen it coming But you still tremble in fear With the very thought of dying Of letting go something dear You say we have to stay the same Stay where we are, stay as we are You put too much trust in the now And I want to discard all but … More We are Supernovas Waiting to Happen
I have a peculiar way of defining freedom
It is more than casting invisible chains off
Or retreating to my reclusive realm … More Between Now and Distant Memory
From the brilliant mind of Naguib Mahfouz: Photo source: http://www.alaraby.com.uk Home is not where you were born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease.
The tale that started with Nietzsche and ended with Karenin. I was introduced to Milan Kundera and his book two years ago. Talking to one of my dear friends at work who was taking up her master’s in literature, I was suddenly struck by her enthusiasm for The Unbearable Lightness of Being that it made … More The Unbearable Lightness of Being: A Review
Photo source: https://pixabay.com/en/narrative-history-dream-tell-794978/ I think it was Frank Zappa who said, “Too many books. Too little time.” Or something that goes that way. So I, being a little desperate, tried to get my hands on as many books worth reading. They are never enough. And the thought of not being able to read all the … More All About Books
You plan to fill empty spaces With stories crawling out of your soul They are damned but beautiful, and wildly defiant Pouring out in torrents they claim territories Inch by little inch, they grow out of obscurity They paint vignettes of abandoned dreams Dashed hopes and trampled yearnings Lost love and tragic endings A past … More Immortalized
I pursue happiness like a moon trailing the sun as it sinks and rises to the other side of the earth, desperately, hopelessly. I catch a glimpse, now and then, of its blinding light from afar. But its warmth slips past my fingertips before I can even realise what it means to escape from the … More Luna
When the past feels out of touch And now is filled with lies When the pain is too much And the tears scald her eyes She thinks of velvet skies Where the moon gleams brightest Among thousands of dazzling stars And she knows that her chest Heartbreak viciously carved Will one day stop hurting And … More Transitory