Remember to smile In pain and agony For what doesn't kill you Makes you stronger. Remember to laugh In joy and happiness Fleeting though they be Rejoice while you can. Remember to cry In sorrow and despair Manifest your tempest And let it flow. Remember to love In beauty and peace Enlighten your spirit For …
Sitting down on a Sunday at my worksite, the longing for my loved one rattled this out of me. It's short but sweet.
It's been a while since I blogged. So I am back, that too with a poem. A first for me. Enjoy it and I would really appreciate the feedbacks.
Ah! The ever present hope. Bull shit. I stand before you here in this sheet of paper to make a point clear. That hope, this thing you all cling on to at difficult times, it just ain't what you think it is. So let me begin. Sorry for the madness and angst and occasional outbursts …
Have you met our cat?
Well let me introduce him to you.
Sorry for not writing yesterday. My bad. But I am back today with this post and this is about how one can find light even in the darkest hour. There is always a little bit of love to be found here and there. We only have to open our eyes to it.
I had too many files to clear today and as such the clock had struck two a few minutes back when I entered my home. The door was not bolted as she knew I would be late and had asked her to not wait for me. I had my dinner from the office, a sandwich …
I have this affair with my bed you know. I love it so much that I can spend my days and nights with it for the rest of my life. Today I reached home at five in the morning and since it was a route I was not accustomed to travelling, I didn’t have a …
This might be something I might regret later on in my life but what the hell, lets write it anyways. It's all yours now folks.
We are bound by it. Its rules. A domain we have tried to capture over the decades but in vain.
I have fear. We all have. We are born with it. We are inherent to it. We are a consequence of it. A culmination of all the fears blended and bottled in this unique, one of a kind mixture.
There is the fear of sparks. When we plug in something to a love socket. We sometimes visualize ourselves falling prey to the sparks that fly out occasionally, interacting with our innocent hands, fiddling with it before throwing it onto the nearby wall along with us.