I haven’t been updating my blog as I used to, before. It’s not that I am out of inspiration. In fact, I feel inspired and alive by everything the world has to offer, these days. This is a big statement, coming from someone like me, I know. But change, curiously, thought I should change for …
Powdered ashes
Noiseless annihilation
A fiery tale.
Temporal thoughts
suspended in air
A new beginning.
Soulful music
Enraptured trance
A recurring dream.
Happy faces
non-existent evil
An incomplete life.
Poised equanimity
Presence of Good and Evil
Wisdom transcending Knowledge.
Attraction bordering on infatuation
Unconditional love-like stance
A superficial fairytale.
Cliched metaphors
dramatic love sagas
A subtle anachronism.
Wordless thoughts
Overpowering language
A surreal rhapsody.
Silence of the midnight
Flickering candles
An ironical fate.
Superfluous silence
Unprecedented flow of emotions
The birth of language.
Rummaging in his mind for the forgotten name of Proust’s novel he had recently read, he weighed the probability of his remembering the title of the novels he would read in the future, listening to the wind sigh a note of melancholy, with amused indolence. The wind seemed to be conversing in hushed whispers with …
When I stumbled across an article that classified individuality into different stages, I was intrigued by the whole concept. Sadly, Individuality is misconstrued as ‘Uniqueness’ these days. Or has it always been this way since the dawn of the prehistoric phase? Individuality, according to me, is an awakened social consciousness that makes an individual confront …
Every time I used to read Sartre, Camus, Dostoyevsky or Nietzsche, you used to ask me why I read such depressing books. The ironic truth that they have come in handy at a time of need is what makes my life interesting. If I hadn’t read them all, I would probably be sitting in a …
My hypothesis on classical and romantic understanding, the two kinds of human understanding
Insane Mortals,
The decision I have taken doesn’t necessarily reflect my views. They reflect yours because you governed my views all through my life. You made me think I would never recover from whatever life was bestowing upon me. I would have happily accepted Fatalism if not for your eclectic views. You made me a hedonist, …
This long tale tells how I launched I, the Writer, India’s first literary digital magazine for aspiring writers.
“Do you know what you are to me, honey?” You began, luring me with your words
“The fragrance to the rose.
The myriad-colored glory of the sunrise
to the awakening sky.
The serene beauty of the moon
to the star-decked sky
or the sparkle of the waves
to the somber sea….”
A charismatic smile lingered on your cherubic face,
stirring up the conflicting emotions …
Did God create Man or is it the other way round?