The amazing Oscar Wilde on why it is imperative for someone to come up with a list of books not to read.
I think I need a vacation
Today I was many things. I was apprehensive, I was exhausted, I was near a complete nervous breakdown. And I was this close to giving up on myself. All for apparently no reason at all. Which, I am told, is an alarming condition. I was having a mid life crises, but then ever since I … Continue reading I think I need a vacation
My muse has ditched me
My muse has ditched me. She no longer speaks to me. I no longer talk to her or see her anywhere. It seems that even my desire to touch her somehow has taken a leave. And that is where I must learn to get a little scared. And perhaps I am getting there as well. … Continue reading My muse has ditched me
Invent and Reinvent
I have started reading Charles Bukowski recently and finally now understand the genius behind the man. Though I do confess to be a wee bit averse to this term genius, owing to the general carelessness with which people typically use it. I have still read only a few poems in the poetry collection, Pleasures of … Continue reading Invent and Reinvent
As I sit here, lost in the banalities of my life A strange idea crosses my mind. A realisation of sorts. I am, but an alien in my own world. I shall hence be reduced to nothingness. Slowly, gradually, Without a single trace of change. In a dark corner where no one will be able … Continue reading The Corner
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