Thursday morning reflections over cold coffee.

There was a time in my life when a handful of opiates and a bottle of something bitter would have swiftly drowned out the anxiety-inducing howls of a society on the brink of cannibalism. Fortunately, or unfortunately, I’ve achieved a level of sobriety that no longer allows for such escapades. So, in place of this,Continue reading “Thursday morning reflections over cold coffee.”

Hell Microcosm.

Stripped of elemental virtue bare anemic witheringdesolate spiritual wasteland this hue is doombirds only squawk endlessly no melody to thought everything crawlsnow halt and mimic deathskies of grinding metal empires snarling at this pause Do better shrieks the infinite. The limbless salute with vigor rivers never ran away until nowso rise the mud whose domainContinue reading “Hell Microcosm.”

The Carpenter and Grandfather Time.

He was a carpenter for the longest time. The way the chisel carved the wood so too labour shaped his body – a plough horse in those days. Only he could grind the beans that woke the sun from slumber with sweet aroma and the nudge of obligation. The moons confidante, tireless. No stranger toContinue reading “The Carpenter and Grandfather Time.”

The Park.

Motionless. Vast, desolate, and yet, suffocating. Winters true face, horrid. Townsfolk abscond to brighter scenes, fires, feasts and spirits. In one moment, a wild rage every exhaled breath from the North blows a frozen hell upon the scene, in the next, an indignant sigh, released over the land – A reaction to my discontent. OneContinue reading “The Park.”

The performer.

At once, the audience pounced and there thunderedan ungodly howl that shattered heavens“Give us what we want!”clambering over one another, they reached the stagetore the performer to bitsthe poor soul lay there in piecessummoned the strength to ask:“What do you want?”The audience replied in unison:“We want you to challenge us, but not in a wayContinue reading “The performer.”