One day. That’s all it’s going to take. To undo the anxiety and the restlessness. A detox, if you will. One day, wake up and reach your hand out of the fuzzy cover to grab the freshness of the morning. Not your phone. It can wait. Don’t let the first thing your eyes witness after relaxing … Continue reading 24 hours of a modern hermit.
Here’s a little song about The Green Gecko Man He is the show stopper, sips on Johnny Walker, Statement stalker. He walks with a vibe that’s chill, with a whip in his hand Anyone who cant match his green slips in quick sand His wicked ways will leave you depraved But if you dont have … Continue reading The Green Gecko Man
There have been moments, almost everyday, when i have had a flash of clarity, an eloquent monologue to myself in my head. Like today, i was home alone. And i thought to myself of all the possible savage things i would accomplish in the confines of my unsupervised home. So after making breakfast and giving … Continue reading Art: A story of love and hate
Shade There you are, looking for shade, wearing your 200$ shades in a forest full of trees. No, i’m not one of them trees. I am the moss that grows unintended and unforeseen. The one that bears no fruit nor seed. I grow because sun wont shine on me. And one day you’ll slip right … Continue reading Blues, bruised and other short stories
I am afraid of the sea, always have been. I am afraid of the vastness and the darkness beneath. Yet i am always drawn to it. Much like a lot of our feelings. The feeling of starting over but always afraid of the plausible flaw of the cogs running backwards in the machinery of our … Continue reading I’ll Sea You There
Hippie: “What does this term ‘Hippie’ even mean? I hate that word and everything that it stands for. Hippie- like i am the square among the rounds.” Wind: “So you dont like dressing up like a hobo and completely detest complying to the norms of capitalists and the rule-makers? And do you also dislike losing … Continue reading The Hippie Invasion
There once was this damsel, not quite in distress but grumpy nonetheless. Reaping the harvests of man’s illusions and learnings. She was not a person i’d say, but a colorful manifestation, a spirit if you will, of our everyday hopes and dilemmas. She was made up of fibers from the fabrics of nihilistic struggle, deeper … Continue reading Timeless Reaper In Burgundy