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…Read more An ocean of silent words.
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…Read more Through tears and grief.
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…Read more The heartbeat in my silent words.
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…Read more Moments and Promises.
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…Read more At the dawn of broken dreams.
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…Read more Rebirth of fallen stars.
Slipping down into the memory lane, an iridescent light reminds me of her words that cast a long shadow over me. Words she dropped on me like cigarette ashes as they burned and left a mark on me of how imperfect I was, of how she was never meant to be even an incomplete part…Read more Iridescent Light