So little of it remains untainted Weaving waves of lengthy justification To be in shock and still breathing Wishes to ashes in minutes, even less Miscarried desires and frenzied excuses A macabre of self, futile to look within Irrelevant insights, a chase so dear Can we go on and on, with this fearful burden? Shatter…Read more Ritual cleansing
So little time to imagine So much more to lament, As wishes transform to ashes And tried moments seem to take precedence; Over reasons that placed us there Crispy distractions affect my judgement Friendly voices take the pinch away Finding a way back home once evicted Cringe-worthy to most, inspirational at best A breath once…Read more Before we pass out
Let's start by saying this; the following may not apply to 99 percent of you out there. And i truly hope that it doesnt. Some of you may find yourselves beyond this miser prophecy; and most of you will read past in absolute denial. But certain facts remain as solid as mathematical equations that do not…Read more 5 signs that you’re wrecked beyond repair
To make matters worse, I got myself a job As if fangs of cluelessness weren't enough to drain the fervent soul Hooked to purpose, I even handpicked a partner in crime Unknown to me, sacred vows floated like the newly rich gloated Comedic enough, dumb lies to paralyzed eyes I envy your knowledge of hope …Read more To make matters worse
Home to the Tibetan Government in Exile, Dharamsala in the Indian state of Himachal Pradesh, is amazing in so many different ways. A long weekend in the UAE, cheap flight tickets and an intoxicated conviction, led a bunch of us to this place.
Doors slamming, love-making, ignoring each other, pacing footsteps, contemplating the end, being lonely, desiring solitude, life, death and doors unlocked - so much happens behind closed doors. But when seen from the outside, the perspective of a passerby, it all seems so quaint and meaningless. This is our very own paradise, our castles dangling precariously…Read more Castles in the Sky
A double-edged blade; Not as fearsome as advertised, not as liberating as perceived. A distant echo of stories forgotten, A deafening siren of deeds undone, Short breaths to stay conscious; Long sighs to be bereaved, A curse for those awake, Calm for dreamers asleep. Branches of facts deep within your mind; A dying shame for the…Read more Own your misery