Saturday, June 30, 2012


120ml of bliss tastes best during such trying times.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

As I walk the road
My footsteps spill, onto streets
Of distant cities

Friday, June 15, 2012

Closure has been achieved. Now, a new phase. Some doubt, much certainty. Some fear, much finality.

Feels good.

Yellow bulldozer
Crawling, like a living thing
That can reproduce

Papery grey ash
Sinking in the air, drowning
The mind in static

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Clinical Embryology Maxim

The sole purpose in life of the neural crest cells is to migrate, and they botch it big time.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Stench of formalin
As I mend, with deep sutures
Life's littered limbs

Inspired by these words of @thy_me_basil.

Monday, June 11, 2012

A part of my mind
gets drenched in a falling rain,
that does not exist.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Coffee spots, ink blots
Colonise the petri dish
Of an idle mind

Saturday, June 9, 2012


Ousted the creepy voice in my head and now there's a gollum-like creature following me everywhere.


P.S. It has been sitting on a chair in my room, all day. Caught it on camera while it was busy fidgeting with it's toenails.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

The scent of first rain
As my touch, pitter patters
Your unloved skin.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Who is it that I am supposed to see?

All I've done for the past 90 minutes is sat at my study table and sipped a gallon of water while vehemently talking to myself, aloud.

How exactly this is supposed to help me achieve my life goals is beyond me too.

...and 90 minutes ago I had sternly told myself, 'You have only 10 minutes. Not a minute more!'

So, who is it that I am supposed to see about this now?

Friday, June 1, 2012

What are words but mere words, without the emotional undertow that makes them poetry?

And what is poetry but mere poetry, without the reckless abandon that makes it love!