Epiphany

I live segmented lives. One segment of me is quite self obsessed. The other half segment is quite similarly oriented towards enabling those in need. There are days when I live in intersection of these two. And that's where true magic happens - when there is awareness of self and enabling of another. Patterns like these are for the keeps, until hell freezes over.  

A glass of wine never hurts

As it turned out, all it was needed was a glass of wine to shut down the bloody procrastinator in me. 

Black out

All those lazy, procrastinating creatures like me deserve to go through exactly what I'm going through right now. Total black out. 

An Ode

Congratulations Oscars! You deserved Leo and finally you got him.

And Leo - I think you should donate sperms. This planet needs many more people like you.

The hunch

As I breathe in here in room no 3511, bed A at Apollo hospital, I come in rather close touch with my hunch that says that I'm just a few miles away from the encroaching avalanche that has been awaited all this while.

New Days

Where women have got balls
And men bitch!

The Chronicle

I am the city, that never sleeps.

I go on and on, and on and on.
Day after day.
Night after night.
People are born. People die.
People fall in love. People fall out of love.
People come. People go.
I stand here, the same.
I don't wake up. I don't sleep.
I stay.

Rusting.
Renovating.
Restructuring.
My roots run deep.
My spine runs firm.

I am the noise.
Breaking into the stillness of being.
I am the silence.
Gasping in the middle of noise.

I smoke. I quench.
I live. I age.
I exhilarate. I replenish.
I exhaust. I deplete.
Day after day.
Night after night.

Every beginning must come to an end
Every captivity must give way to its rupture

As I await mine. The salvation. The avalanche.

It's one more silent night tonight.
It's one more deafening night tonight.
It's one more sleepless night tonight.