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Parts of me

When I met you, a hitherto unexplored part was exposed in me. When I part you, part of me remains with you. When you part me, I shatter into parts. I may not be a part of you, but I struggle to be apart from you. Parts don't make the whole !! The whole splits in an futile attempt to fill the holes left by your parting...

The question of sanity

If you were insane, would you believe others were sane. Grooming is perhaps the art of hiding your insanities inside a masquerade of civility. Perhaps deep down the layers of mask one puts up for public display, there lies in wait a psychotic, neurotic, narcissistic self !!!

Perception or cynicism

Scratch a hero, you can find the monster within him. Patronize the monster, you can find a hero lurking in him.

Realisation ?

With time ebbing away, I realise there is no way, there is no me, there is no you, There is only us.

When you find you have found what you weren't looking for

When you have given them, enough room to slip away like a river water, and yet they freeze like a glacier ice When you have given them, enough chances to flee like a gazelle , and yet they choose to remain dazzled. When you have given them, enough cause to doubt your sanity, and yet they repose faith in you. When you have given them, enough glimpses to your deepest darkest secrets, and yet they see the bright side in you. When you have given them, enough time to drift like an oceanic drift, and yet they stream towards you faster than the jet. Then, you can be assured, for you have found rarity, for you have found love.

Why we Love things, use people!!

It might sound counter intuitive, but things were actually made to be used, and people to be loved. But today, we love things, use people. How did we arrive here!! 1. Things can't hurt us in ways like people can. 2. Things will be there for you when you need them, people won't. 3. Things aren't thinking about you, they do not assess or judge you.

The paradox of privacy

Living with my parents, I never forgot to bolt the lock of my room's door; Living alone, I remember to not shut the door, leaving it ajar purposefully..