Would you Believe You?

Would you believe You If You told youThat You were happy. If You walked up to you one day,Like you toddle up to a friend or a stranger And said straight to your face: I am happy I am satisfied I have passionsAnd desires Would you believe that?You telling youThat the boy You lovesTruly cares…

The Performers and the Audience

Before I had even started writing what I am about to say, I had already judged it several times in my mind and found it to be of little value. I write this because the thought was resilient enough to keep pestering me. Ignoring your thoughts, I had observed, can be quite impossible, no matter…

A Price to Pay

Note: SPOILER ALERT for The Stranger, Slaughterhouse-Five, Rumplestiltskin and The Bell Jar You see a flawed system for so long you become comfortable with it. You accept the life you are given. You even stop pointing out what is wrong and unjust. You lose hope. You borrow Vonnegut’s philosophy of, ‘so it goes’ and respond…

Some Days are Just Dark

And it keeps coming back to it This unfathomable darkness inside It keeps surfacing, time and again Nothing is right, we are all insane. Who can be happy ever? Not someone with a brain! Any reality thrown your way Take it but with a salt's grain Why can't we just freeze in a moment And…

Tell Me a Story…

Hello peeps! Sorry for being MIA for so long. But the promise of a story still stands. It is not much of story and more of a jumbled up thoughts of a disturbed mind on a long sleepless night. Without further ado, here you go: The Miracle of a Dream She was standing in a…

My Entangled Thoughts

I can’t speak for other people because their minds are not on the list of places I had checked into but my own thoughts, I have visited often. Thus, I know the questions that arrive in this desolate place I call my brain. They used to be simpler and consulting a parent, a friend or…

Random Thursday Thought

I wish I was someone else... anybody'd do except this person that I am. I wish I could craft like some of my friends do. Beautiful gifts they create out of random, most useless stuff. All I have ever done is destroy everything. Or I could clean like a washing machine or perhaps like a…

Good Night! Sleep Tight!

The advancing night was scary, I dreaded sleep, not the nightmares really Opening eyes to another hopeless day Was the thought that terrified me! Image Source: Sadequain's Original Work at Frere Hall, Karachi