Socially trained minds

“Dear heart, please don’t feel too much.” “Dear mind, please don’t think much.” These are thoughts, we all think about at one or another point of our lives. We are socially trained minds. We always want ourselves to be socially correct, after all the (intriguing Read More …

Contention and Content

You asked me “What difference did she make, what magic happened in 10 days?”     I used to smoke stars near the window from where the sky is not visible, from where all hallucinations start and anxiety ends, from where a panic-stricken subject turns Read More …

Forever in Fractions

I have been in a dilemma after I decided to write about you. The reason for writing this are requests from readers, the reason for not writing this was a shortage of words to express what you are to me. Infinity has no exactness and Read More …

Explaining my insecurities

I used to sit beside a new half-built road, near a half-destructed well. I used to sit under a living tree, and sometimes on the dead tree, which lies near the well. This place was surrounded by a glittering township on one side and a Read More …

Hello, friend

Hello, friend. How are you? How is your day going? You have always kept me very close to you. It is about time my friends and I help you. You may not tell us but we know you are not doing well. Working for capitalists Read More …

The Devil’s Asymptote

With a million paradigm shifts we go through, every waking moment of ours, we spawn a fragmented bond with each of those entities, and with every shudder of this harmony, every flicker of these shifts going berserk, the entropy of the very being we claim Read More …

I met her, she was unknown to me

I was desperate to reveal myself. The massive hurricane residing within my empty soul was hungry. I had acid in my stomach which was burning me from inside. The acid was secreted from the gland of expression. I vomited words, though. I was hungry. I Read More …

Freedom or Love?

You are a character I constructed with the distinctiveness of my choice. A character who was not subjected to situationism. Probably that was the reason that even my script couldn’t make you fall in love with me. You were always my freedom. Hence, I could Read More …

Why I need to explain my depression and why I shouldn’t

Me trying to explain my depression to the society I say, I can’t get off this bed no matter how hard I try, it’s like something is pulling me in, And they’d say, try saying a prayer to yourself and think things you can achieve Read More …

Life is a maze

From dawn to dusk, I stand at the same place. The day went away, and I am hearing the last Azaan. I remember nothing of the last 12 hours. As if I had a sight, but no perception. I heard several words, but listened none. Read More …