Juggler of Words
Science fiction to gonzo journalism, poems to haiku, monologues to rantings... this blog contains my writing over the years. Some of the stories have been inspired by true incidents, some by my overactive imagination and some, forced themselves into the world by using me as a medium. Read them, share them and leave a line or two to let me know you were here and for a short period of time, we shared a story together.
Monday, June 1, 2020
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Despite It All
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Friday, March 27, 2020
On Our Way Back
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Welcome to the City
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Sunday, February 4, 2018
Thursday, July 13, 2017
Hate
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Tuesday, November 22, 2016
BETWEEN THE UNSAID AND THE UNSEEN
Well, you told me all about it,
but I did not hear you.
I repent now, for I did not heed
the advice of friends or Dreams.
But what is Past is also the Future,
until it too passes away.
And he who learns from his own actions,
is the one called 'Wise'
Everyday brings with it
the promise of a new dawn.
Yet in the Promise lies
the unseen and lingering night.
One cannot escape
from what He is destined to be.
But Destiny too cannot take away
what's inherent in Him.
He who sees difficulties in the eye,
is the one with Courage.
what's inherent in Him.
He who sees difficulties in the eye,
is the one with Courage.
And he who faces the Truth
with a pinch of salt, a Realist.
But Reality remains the same,
unchanged by the day and night.
And Tranquility is best suited,
where one’s Heart and Soul belongs.
In short, every sentence has
a hidden meaning in the Unsaid.
Every scenario has a motive
somewhere lost in the Unseen.
And it is not a Crime to be caught
by the unsaid and the unseen,
But undoubtedly, it is a crime
to be stranded by It.
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