Vain
It so happens that we keep searching for perfection, an perception of a perfect and in the process we don’t see what’s right in front of us, which was the what we had been searching for in the first place. We are all busy people, well most of us, jumping through hoops, trying to find […]
Clockwork
Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Angry shouts. Alarm. Snooze. Brush. Rush. Coffee. Work. Coffee. Play. Coffee. Angry Shouts. Work. Cycle. Coffee. Cycle. Set alarm. Day after night, week after month, I sat (sometimes laid down and looked at the ceiling) and wondered, wondered about how easy it was to forget, how easy it is to preach, how easy […]
Zero, The Emptiness : A Haiku
Harsh lies in hue Hallow expressions and burdened walls Paint the house empty _____ Zero , Indispire Topic #141 An initiative by IndiBlogger to coin in the creative side of people passionate about writing with prompts. ______ I am participating in #NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) and this is Day #3 post. ______ ᴀᴊᴀʏ ᴋᴏɴᴛʜᴀᴍ, ᴍᴍxᴠɪ
The Silence in the Voice.
We are what we believe ourselves to be. – ak “You don’t speak much often, do you?“, when I was asked this question, I immediately replied that I don’t. I don’t know why I was being so honest. It’s not like they would be appreciating this revelation of mine and go something like, “Oh good, I […]
Backspace.
The cursor blinked at the over the Title heading. A couple of names did manage to conquer the Title but the backspace always won the battle. The game of cat and mouse, perhaps. Or perhaps life itself. What do we know about life anyway? How many of us want to be born with what we […]