on me

  Not the storm, not the thunder - What tucks me in sweat Every night Are the masks hanging on my ceiling. Impeccable lines of live blood Hover over me; Grinning on my sanity, Slowly slipping away. I snap the ceiling, piece by piece, Pulling away at the threads. The masks drop and make A... Continue Reading →

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polka dots and stripes

    You are my polka dot and stripe On a fabric of whirlpool. I trace along the lines But cannot seem to find you. Hidden, you curve yourself To the world, That obliviously remains under you. My fingers hit the cracks And the patches that people admire, But they feel rough to me. My... Continue Reading →

I hate people. Un-Confirmed.

I know that this title sounds like a horrible take at creativity, but that is because it's the Dhoom 2 to my Dhoom. If you haven't read my previous post (I Hate People. Confirmed.) yet, I'd recommend you to read it first here, or there is a possibility that this might not make much sense.... Continue Reading →

In the End, it Does Matter

The monster is real. It always has been. We only chose to feed it and then go on to say it's a myth. We continue to. Chester Bennington was a soul etched in most of ours. When I heard the news online, I saw many shattered pieces of people, just waiting to be glued up... Continue Reading →

The Story of my Stories

I was never the gifted child - never the prodigy who had skills and talent innate in them. I was a kid who tried, who liked attempting and watching myself fail and succeed at it. I cannot exactly nod to a particular date in history as to when I started writing. By writing, I don't... Continue Reading →

Why Newt Scamander is the Hero the World Needs

I know I'm late. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (both the movie and the screenplay) came out a long time ago. But it's only now that I've had the chance to read the Original Screenplay, and once again, like you'd expect, I'm blown away. Before I move on to Newt, I can't help... Continue Reading →

The Heir of the Oculus

The Oculus is a secret mystical society with members of power, but only the greatest power resides as the Heir of the Oculus. The story asks a question that has been in the words of everyone over the centuries: is power greater than family? [  f i c t i o n  ] The strong... Continue Reading →

let’s all be stars

i'm tired of the perfection that people want to shove in our faces. not on our faces, but yes, in our faces. into our faces, to be precise and quite literal. i don't understand how hypocritical a swarm of people can be when they say that they value inner beauty more than outer beauty and... Continue Reading →

to all the grown ups

to all the grown ups Stop expecting your image in your son, in your daughter. Stop expecting perfection in every child you see. Your perception is not the lens of the world, and this is something that you need to know. I feel terrible that a certain incident has to trigger so many voices and... Continue Reading →

Is Your Pain Bigger Than His?

It's not once that I've come across people comparing their sufferings. It's once multiplied by many times. Oh yeah? That's nothing. You should see them, living in such situations and smiling. Stop whining! I have it much worse. Don't be such a cry baby when I've got bigger stuff on my shoulders. Do you see... Continue Reading →

Pro Kabaddi: Le Panga

In a country where Cricket is the sport that is viewed and loved by most of the countrymen, I think that Pro Kabaddi definitely plays a very important and cardinal role in spreading information and excitement about the sport. I'm not going to lie - I'm a massive fan of Cricket myself, and I never... Continue Reading →

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