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He is half drunk, as usual. He never gets sloshed now…responsibilities are catching up. So he just gets half drunk…to the stage where he does not know what he is doing; but not the stage where he doesn’t know what he is doing which he should not be doing. His value system is corrupted now. [...]

tales of a rainy evening

He lights up a cigarette and stands in front of the open window, allowing the fine spray of the rain to hit his face, letting the disquiet wash away for a bit. There is something in his head, something which is biting at him, but he cannot put his finger at it. Doesn’t know what [...]

twogether stories

Sometime, some day, How many stories have you heard begin like this? Once upon a time, There was a girl- Who used to sing wonderful songs? And usually they went To the sound of a treacherously innocent smile… Once there was this girl, Whose smile I used to wear, Around my neck, like a thousand [...]

joggers’ park

And she said, being transparent Might not be enough, for people- Like you and me, we are just dreams Walking; on the shores of reality- Living in seventeen inch boxes, Hung on walls or carried in bags. And I said, no. that is not right. We are alive, and surviving. Let us live, give ourselves [...]

So, yo man! what’s your story?

I am growing Dysfunctional- Growing, in life, reducing in age, Unresponsive, While a million shooting stars shout- ‘So, yo man!, what’s your story?’ With hints of their own answers ‘I was less than a child- or less than a man’ To be, first finishing a journey, Then departing. Psychedelic orange parkas in the heat of [...]

to cut a long story short

All those people. speaking of love, and forgetting, of loneliness, and everlasting forgetting… all that talk, about kisses stolen, all the heat, that passed- from your lips to mine, the sour taste that we shared and loved. tonight is adieu night, when i say goodbye, to it all; to you, your dreams, desires of you, [...]

imagine

Life is a shining whirlpool of self -destruction. There is no drive. If I had enough money to kill myself, I would. Thats a paradox. There is one way- the way to freedom. There is a void, and in that void there is someone. That someone calls out loud-perhaps. Or perhaps doesnt call out at [...]

this morning

All the things I hoped would go away this morning. The stuff I live with every day. What I’ve trampled on in order to stay alive. But for a minute or two I did forget myself and everything else. I know I did. For when I turned back i didn’t know where I was. Until [...]

stories-redux

Every minute spent with you is another page in a story which will not be written. Because all the stories worth telling are already done, and there are no new tales. You want to be simple. Normal. And you are more complex than a system of Chinese boxes. There is always something new. Like your [...]

straw men

In their own sweet time, the books will be read- Stories told. Heard or unheard, who cares? Truths and lies, disguised in fiction-and lost Parents mixed with trees and flowers muddled with lovers? Stories, illuminated in incense, and corrupted- By desire of never ending- half understood, Similars and dissimilars, stories- remittances made to uncertain futures. [...]