Posted inLetters to Jane
Nothing Major, Just Wired Wrong
Sometimes, I think I am just wired wrong, Jane. But, I wasn't like this, until a few years back. There were times when I was just like all of them…
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A Little Bit Of Clarity, A Little Bit Of Crazy
What the mind needs is a little bit of clarity, Jane. I haven't had the crazies for a long time now and it's eating up the sane part of me.…
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The Haunting Of My Own Self
I feel sick Jane. I feel absolutely sick of these emotions churning up in my stomach, tying profusely into a knot, and trying to lash out in a heap of…
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The Will Of My Ego
It's a tough ask, Jane. It's a tough ask to watch your thoughts, clean the trash inside, and solve the cluttered jumble inside the head. You see, Jane, I have…
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To Jane – Just A Bunch Of Spiritual Nonsense
The head is clouded, the eyes are heavy, The anxious twitches of how it should rather be. I am sorry, Jane, but nothing I'll say tonight will make sense to…
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Unfinished Scribbles And Old Routines
This life has turned into a series of unfinished scribbles, old routines, disillusioned hours, and a promise of more to come. Jane, I've to give myself a hundred reasons just…
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A Glitch In The Matrix
You are an anomaly, Jane, a glitch in the matrix. You probably don't even exist. Still, here you are, with your shiny, long hairs, darker than the moonless nights I've…
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Would you like a piece of me too, Jane?
Would you like a piece of me too, Jane? I've several pieces of me Scattered around, anonymously In the dark tunnels of the cities With tall buildings The buildings that…
Posted inMusings
I Don’t Think He Loves Me Anymore
'I don't think he loves me anymore.' Surfing through the channels, absent-mindedly, they are all the same. The eyes always fixated on the TV screen like glue searching for bits…
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What Really Matters In The Grander Scheme Of Things?
Write, paint, sing, dance, create masterpieces in whatever medium you can. Nothing else matters in the grander scheme of things anyway. Everything that's seemingly important is useless, petite, microscopic in…
Posted inMusings
A Moment Of Magic
In the search of a moment of magic. Things appear quite different when you stand on the rooftop of a multi-story building at 3 am. The pluckable stars, the reachable…
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How Does It Help?
How does it help? How does anything help? Why would anything help? Why are we so fixated on the word 'help'? Get up, move on, lie down, jerk off, repeat…
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The Resistance
The body heats up, the temperature rises. The feel of an artist moving deep into the Blues on his acoustic Guitar. The haunting, the unfamiliarity, the shivers in the body,…
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The Sound Of Music
Try to listen closely to the sound of music that these walls shed out. Just close your eyes and cast off your mind, your own noises, and listen for once.…
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The Need To Feel Alive
Each song brings out a different kind of emotion, a zone, an inspiration to feel alive. And what's better in this world than to experience and live all these zones,…
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What Else Left To Do But To Jerk Off?
What else is there left to do but to lie naked on the rooftop and to jerk off to the warm summer breeze in the moonless hours of the night?…
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When I Was A Rum Guy
I'm a Wine guy. I always have been. Except for the time when I was a Rum guy. Strong, brave, cold-hearted Rum guy. A double on the rocks. Soda is…
Posted inLetters to Jane
The Will Of My Ego
It's a tough ask, Jane. It's a tough ask to watch your thoughts, clean the trash inside, and solve the cluttered jumble inside the head. You see, Jane, I have…
Posted inLetters to Jane
To Jane – Just A Bunch Of Spiritual Nonsense
The head is clouded, the eyes are heavy, The anxious twitches of how it should rather be. I am sorry, Jane, but nothing I'll say tonight will make sense to…
Posted inLetters to Jane
Unfinished Scribbles And Old Routines
This life has turned into a series of unfinished scribbles, old routines, disillusioned hours, and a promise of more to come. Jane, I've to give myself a hundred reasons just…
Posted inLetters to Jane
A Glitch In The Matrix
You are an anomaly, Jane, a glitch in the matrix. You probably don't even exist. Still, here you are, with your shiny, long hairs, darker than the moonless nights I've…
Posted inLetters to Jane
Would you like a piece of me too, Jane?
Would you like a piece of me too, Jane? I've several pieces of me Scattered around, anonymously In the dark tunnels of the cities With tall buildings The buildings that…
Posted inMusings
I Don’t Think He Loves Me Anymore
'I don't think he loves me anymore.' Surfing through the channels, absent-mindedly, they are all the same. The eyes always fixated on the TV screen like glue searching for bits…
Posted inMusings
What Really Matters In The Grander Scheme Of Things?
Write, paint, sing, dance, create masterpieces in whatever medium you can. Nothing else matters in the grander scheme of things anyway. Everything that's seemingly important is useless, petite, microscopic in…
Posted inMusings
A Moment Of Magic
In the search of a moment of magic. Things appear quite different when you stand on the rooftop of a multi-story building at 3 am. The pluckable stars, the reachable…
Posted inMusings
How Does It Help?
How does it help? How does anything help? Why would anything help? Why are we so fixated on the word 'help'? Get up, move on, lie down, jerk off, repeat…
Posted inMusings
The Resistance
The body heats up, the temperature rises. The feel of an artist moving deep into the Blues on his acoustic Guitar. The haunting, the unfamiliarity, the shivers in the body,…
