Friday, February 12, 2010
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Hey Mind... Its Time to Stop Meandering
It ends here... something that started on a whim... the desire to write... no longer as strong...
I thank all of you who tolerated my feeble attempts at writing. Thank you for encouragement. Thank you for all your support...
I wish you well...
Cheers...
I thank all of you who tolerated my feeble attempts at writing. Thank you for encouragement. Thank you for all your support...
I wish you well...
Cheers...
Monday, November 2, 2009
Thirsty...
Back in the days when the sun was at its brightest, life reflected the brilliance of sunshine and the soul sparkled with innocence - Back then I embraced darkness.
Brightness was stark and darkness was lush. Darkness was many hued, layered with curiosity, throbbing with the passion of sin and blessed with a deep dark voice of manhood.
Innocence, relatively, seemed effete and boring.
I dived into the depths of darkness. Far away from the reach of light.
Who needs light? Who needs sight... when there is blindness... and blindness can be… Exhilarating. Thrilling. Powerful. Magical.
Ah! To sell the soul in a whore-house frequented by deaf blindness. Darkness raping the soul with insane fervor and to the sound of buzzing psychedelia. Darkness and the soul creating devastating devilish dark hued fabric to dress life up for the night life in the moon light.
My fangs. Are drawn.
My wings. Are spread
I hunt. My love.
Your windows. Are they open tonight?
If yes. Lets drink to it…
Brightness was stark and darkness was lush. Darkness was many hued, layered with curiosity, throbbing with the passion of sin and blessed with a deep dark voice of manhood.
Innocence, relatively, seemed effete and boring.
I dived into the depths of darkness. Far away from the reach of light.
Who needs light? Who needs sight... when there is blindness... and blindness can be… Exhilarating. Thrilling. Powerful. Magical.
Ah! To sell the soul in a whore-house frequented by deaf blindness. Darkness raping the soul with insane fervor and to the sound of buzzing psychedelia. Darkness and the soul creating devastating devilish dark hued fabric to dress life up for the night life in the moon light.
My fangs. Are drawn.
My wings. Are spread
I hunt. My love.
Your windows. Are they open tonight?
If yes. Lets drink to it…
Monday, October 5, 2009
Ah!
It has been a good fortnight for me as a blog reader...
I had to share some of the brilliance...
Posts in alphabetical order:
A Promise written by Ashley @ Ashes And Some Dust
A relatively new blogger and a brilliant beginning
A Face in the Mirror, A voice Within by Pawan @ The Other Perspective
Angst and Cynicism; Also a prolific writer of fiction. Loves non-linear narratives and improving at the speed of thought
Home, He Was by Shamanth Huddar @ Diligent Wanderings
The master@work... Meghana refers to him as the master and rightly so...
I Love the Smell of Crazy in the Morning by Indiegurl @ One Long Rant
Sarcasm walks amongst us... unfailingly funny and intelligent...
Love in Parts by AGG @ The files of Agent Green Glass
Creative! Yes... thats her... can write anything...
Mona Bua by This is That @ er… This is That
Her posts are pictures... read them and they come alive
Nine lives by Gayathri @ Love across Bridges
Super prolific and awesome... a million stories in her head, I think...
You wait, patiently. But… by Meghana Naidu @ Subtle Signs
Non-linear, thoughtful and magical...
I had to share some of the brilliance...
Posts in alphabetical order:
A Promise written by Ashley @ Ashes And Some Dust
A relatively new blogger and a brilliant beginning
A Face in the Mirror, A voice Within by Pawan @ The Other Perspective
Angst and Cynicism; Also a prolific writer of fiction. Loves non-linear narratives and improving at the speed of thought
Home, He Was by Shamanth Huddar @ Diligent Wanderings
The master@work... Meghana refers to him as the master and rightly so...
I Love the Smell of Crazy in the Morning by Indiegurl @ One Long Rant
Sarcasm walks amongst us... unfailingly funny and intelligent...
Love in Parts by AGG @ The files of Agent Green Glass
Creative! Yes... thats her... can write anything...
Mona Bua by This is That @ er… This is That
Her posts are pictures... read them and they come alive
Nine lives by Gayathri @ Love across Bridges
Super prolific and awesome... a million stories in her head, I think...
You wait, patiently. But… by Meghana Naidu @ Subtle Signs
Non-linear, thoughtful and magical...
