We've pondered over the how questions and sought asylum in the labels thrown around since the dawn of the written word. ‘How much can I do with someone before I can talk about it?’ ‘How close to the cliff can you get without falling off?‘ ‘How close to evil can I sneak without being labelled … Continue reading Since the dawn of the written word.
An ocean of silent words.
I try to find an ocean of silent words and let the waves carry me across to a world that accepts everyone for who they are. Queer or straight, male or female, monogamous or poly-amorous, white or yellow or brown or black. As a straight male, I enjoy a good majority and I hope not … Continue reading An ocean of silent words.
Through tears and grief.
When I was a young amateur, society’s words and thoughts got deeply imbibed in my mind that men aren’t supposed to cry. That men come from a stronger background who fight sadness with sadness and expression with suppression. Yet when I held back those tears I failed to let go of those instances. And I … Continue reading Through tears and grief.
The heartbeat in my silent words.
There are times when asked the question ‘Who are you?’ I don’t sound like the way I want to be heard. I claim to identify myself as a man as per the norms but not all my challenges be solved by “growing a pair.” Occasionally I get called as a reader, writer or speaker yet … Continue reading The heartbeat in my silent words.
Moments and Promises.
Those moments they wander, urge and yearn for more amidst the clouds of despair where the memories daunt and the hope awakens. Moments where my lips parted under the darkness from her freckled cheeks and my mind embraced the thoughts of distilled solitude. My promises are no more alive neither in her claims nor … Continue reading Moments and Promises.
At the dawn of broken dreams.
Amidst indefinite dreams to conquer and extraordinary things to achieve inside the valley of hope, my valiant thoughts fight to seek a good night's sleep inside a cozy blanket that hides my fears and failures. In between seven summits to climb and seven oceans to cross, those countless shells of pursuit, my glorious heart aches … Continue reading At the dawn of broken dreams.
Rebirth of fallen stars.
My mind expands in awe as I look up at the stars and contemplate the mysteries of the universe amidst the indefinite search for tranquil moments. I try to find the ones in those stars, the ones who created gods and corporations, the ones who built nations and empires, the ones who invented machines and … Continue reading Rebirth of fallen stars.
