Of New Years and Learning

You always run out of words at moments like these, I usually don’t have much to say usually , even if you are asked questions like what was your year like? My eyes start to wander haphazardly, scanning the environment I’m in to sap anything that could save me from it but alas, I pretty much always end up scoring squat and a handful of embarrassment.
If one thing in your life is involuntary, that is learning(apart from engorgement),it doesn’t work the other way round, once you learn something, you cannot undo it. That was one of my earlier aims ,I always wanted to learn something unique, the answers that most of the people don’t usually bother about, maybe they are clever enough to understand the futility of such things, unfortunately I’m not that cognitively blessed as others. The point being you are always learning things(important) and the universe pushes you towards them helping you to make the apparent and logical choices in the course of learning ,to be precise: it’s better to stay away from bullshit.
My year was like any other, pretty much routine, would it change things if you start to categorize them and placing them high on your life cupboard as trophies, what is gone is gone and what is to come will come no matter what you say or do , rendering all your resentments, your plans to a big ball of useless yarn. What I actually did was to learn in this year , I learned to live in the moment; sounds a little too dramatic but that’s what I did. I quit worrying about things, I started ignoring the ‘regrets’( by viewing them as lessons), yes, there was not much of an “intellectually stimulating” scenario but I definitely learned to have fun right. I learned to use alcohol and marijuana, instead of being used by ‘them’. I learned to use my ‘words’ right. I learned humility could trump almost anything. I learned the simple ways are the probable best ways of executing things and the most important I got better at what I think I am best at –being zen(read “not giving a fuck”), so it was a good year after all as I am still alive and punching words. So, my advice would be to stop worrying, I think it’s all fine till you are alive, eating and fucking , rest all is just secondary. So, until next year , Adios!

Prisoner Of Birth

I've been having this strange dream, where the world is a sycamore and me, a strangulated corpse on one of its branches 

but I'm not alone,many smiling faces , all garroted , hanging by umbilical cords around their vocal cords.

I was a prisoner of my birth and it was slowly juicing the life out of me.

The Death Of Me

"Follow my whims, they beckon you with a bellowing howl but I,
I'm wildfire that burns in perpetuity and you,
you are that light drizzle that I need to sizzle.


A million times I've resisted,but the fuck you stare,
it feels like witnessing a solar flare.
My heart it skewers and strips me to the core,
but who am I kidding, it was the death I had always wished for."

They Sold Us Broken Dreams

" You could see time flying away and the element of surprise, the moment you’ve been waiting for can’t be seen in the near vicinity, a time very much, almost tailored to fit in your dreaded life , supposed to be the miracle drug to your misery, the amount of rants and blames  one has accumulated over the years . You shouldn’t have believed them , but they wore such convincing facades, the promises sewn in so brilliantly into your neurons that you were coerced to believe that you are or at least in the calculated future become the coveted royal jewel . But it’s a scam, all of it , love, hope , perfection and everything that makes up the idea of a utopian world that has been sold to you, you thrive on it, spend your whole fucking lives running after it and die regretting that you didn’t put in enough efforts to reach there, the crescendo of satiation. I need you all to wake up , shatter the fucking glass pane and break out of it."

Of Life and Lies

"Your lives are not precious, I know what you have been taught from the time you were a crawling little sack of meat and now when you've grown into  bigger one with time you've started firmly believing in it. We talk about humanity, share myriads of videos and a plethora of quotes on the internet, ah the fucking internet,such a picture of utopia this fucking labyrinth of lies, fucking lies I tell you. If only our lives were a 'quarter of a quarter of a quarter' perfect as we try to project them, the world would have been a place worth living. We love to get stuck in our self-woven cobweb of lies, lies that we tell others, lies that we tell ourselves and lies that have encapsulated the whole of humanity that our lives,Yes! your life, my life , our lives are nothing but a bunch of glorified lies, our souls corroding deep inside while we gather social acceptance from people who are as self abominating as us"

"Just a little remains of what it was, and nothing could be seen of what it'll be,
a little here, a little there, lies in fragments, of lies that were and they'll be"

The Dialect Dillemma

Language is such an important part of human culture, how intriguing is to think that we were successful in morphing our vocal cords to produce complex sounds riding on the high tide of evolution and then created words. Words,the whole enormity of one whole planetary civilization wrapped into words, so many of them, uncountable as stars on a midsummer night, each twinkling , each with a story to tell.
Dialects must have entered the arena of language much later, might have been when someone would have realized the value of his words and tried to record them. What leaves me befuddled is conversion of words from one script to another on pure phonetics, not translation which is a whole different aspect of semantics all together, which also kills the aesthetic essence of a language. The point being why do people argue on the validity of something which holds no importance at all. Fuck spellings, fuck it, do not waste your time arguing over how a word should be spelled in an another language, it's as futile as asking your executioner for a weapon just embrace the beauty of words, feel them, let them into you, live them.

The Dog Who Didn't Give A Fuck.

"I don't know if I should call it a pleasant evening but the weather was undoubtedly fine, I was strolling down the edge of the road humming one of  those irritating songs that get stuck in your head and you hate yourself for it. So,while I was having this very irrelevant conflict with myself I did happen to pass by a garlanded metallic torso with a small metal bucket on its side, half filled with which was presumably the cheapest of vegetable oils one could find in the market, what caught my attention was not the statue but the amount of currency coins people were dropping in the bucket in addition to bowing their heads to black deity which was the sole of center of attraction on the street. Along came a boy, barely verging on adolescence with his rotund of a dog, golden haired dog, the one with the saddest of eyes that would make you want to pet him and get your face licked. So while the boy got busy with his smartphone, the pooch lifted one of its legs to start a stream that washed it all of it away, the culture we like to talk about so much, the things we perceive and worship as the truth, truth that is not naked as it is supposed to be and that was the sole reason that the poor little beast has those scars today, scars he got for following his natural instinct because some blithering idiot on the road can define 'wrong' for it,offended by a dog who literally gave no fucks to the god below his crotch."