A story of 5 from the eyes of I.
A sunken ship in the ocean of dreams. A harrowed lamb jumping on trees. One morsel and many mouths to feed. Everything is there yet nothing is complete. Rage and revenge sit within enjoying a feast. Every nightmare is on a loop and on repeat. This gets darker, the deeper you steep. The bridge is […]
He thought of her, and she thought of him. The story worked maybe because, they both wanted each other from within. Their love burnt bright, with passion beyond hope. Every story needs a deft villain, people, place, time or things, anyone you can choose. There were twist and there were turns. This is […]
As you grow older in life, a version of you shall arise. Custom made for the world, as lines of hypocrisy blurs. The silent shall incessantly talk, the unstoppable shall now stop. Molded to be not what you are, Different, yet with results above par. But then one day so shall come, questions from a […]
“The Prologue It’s not an unusual night. It’s not an unusual place. It’s a bedroom; in whatever form it comes to one. There is a bed within a room in a house; a place made personal by the existence of curtains and comfortable by the routine of sleep. The night is no different. It’s spirals […]
A dynamic tale of a TRUE BLUE MANGU!
Why aren’t we like before?
A question we routinely ask.
Who gave me the first promise and what did that promise take?
Everything is set, everything is comfortable, sleep comes naturally but with it comes a dream that’s hasn’t been accounted for.
This world has two types of difficult people. Ones who are difficult because there is some manipulative or egocentric gain in being so and the ones who are born difficult. The ramblings that you shall read from here-on are the about the ones who are born difficult.
A part of my heart pains and I really don’t know why.
…the thorns of life
Somedays I step down from my lofty heights to understand the pain of the mortal types…
A story unknown, stranger than all, an unimaginable twist and turn that makes you feel a little lost? Will all this be enough or do you need more?
2017- Woooohooooo Anyone?
Why does a hero die?
Why do the spineless survive?
Why is it that happy endings, are end of stories…But not the end of life?
Imagine a world, not ruled by love but by hate. Not the death of love but the unimportance of it.
“What is it that is always on you, but you rarely use?”
Inspired & Adapted From: Europe – The Final Countdown
What do I do, to reduce thou misery? Yes you, whom the world sees as happy Masked in competition is the battle of life, if not literal, then the metaphorical kinds …. For that you cant leave, yet you have left it behind… Some races you never wanted to run, searching today, for their finishing lines… […]
Taking the legendary story of Ramayana and trying to humanise the essential characters so as to learn something from their situations …in hindsight.
“You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.” – Matrix.
There was once past, where today lies nostalgia. There was once pain, where today lies memory. Once was it failure, what today is experience. Anger it was, what today is patience. Once called hope, is reality today. Today skeptics are cynics, As seconds click away. Time hears all, Time sees all, Times change, As Time changes
Some of us live happy lives with miserable parts, and some of us live miserable lives with happy parts. No matter what the ratio at any given point, these emotions are preset. The earlier we identify the life we live, the easier it gets to deal with misery
The Question isn’t who made them, the question is… why do we follow them?
For when thou asks, why don’t I smile
I think to myself, What’s the point?
He wasn’t so smart, he wasn’t so bold Always his mother’s child, At 12, he wasn’t so old — He couldn’t count so well, he couldn’t really talk He was a misfit of every kind, He didn’t fit in at all. — He had been sheltered, but that was for his sake He couldn’t survive this […]
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he did not exist. -Kevin Spacey (The Usual Suspects) But he does. He has always existed, since our creation, somewhere deep within us. It’s just that when ‘he’ is actually ‘me’, it becomes almost impossible to admit that ‘I am the Devil’. Guess that’s […]
There is no pride in what I do, said I, sitting next to you You stare into my lonely eyes Eyes that ask you, “Why me, Why?” It’s not that I am not proud of me But it’s not this pride, that I truly seek “Then tell me what you truly seek And for you, that […]
Author’s Note: Sometimes we feel the need to write even though something similar and much more supreme has already been written decades ago by someone special. Such a writing is born out of pure awe, it is not art or creativity. It is just a humble tribute dedicated to “he” who identified with “me” long before I even existed and wrote […]
Everyone’s worthy of something. A killer is as much worthy of a noose as a poet is of a piece of paper.
Every Dictator deserves a vocal opposition
My soul isn’t dead, it’s asleep…
A One_Shot_Story of 99 steps under a moonless sky.
When the first-ever exams were held If those who failed were cheered And those who passed where held in regret Would that have been better, would that have helped? For today, a result on paper decides If you worthy and intelligent inside & Your brethren shall mock and scorn If your grades are lesser than […]
He had walked for a long long time… his legs ached his throat was parched his future seemed dark He had walked for a long long time… Somewhere in the horizon, his weary eyes caught a drift of light & whiff of smoke and his mind told him that’s the way to civilisation. It had been […]
“You start with something pure. Something exciting. Then come the mistakes, the compromises. We create our own demons.” That was Robert Downey Jr. playing billionaire Tony Stark in Iron Man 3! This may not feel like an ideal quote that ensures a credible prelude to my philosophical monologue, but I guess he is right and you got to give […]
‘Please note, the below content has been plagiarized from the first 2 paragraphs of http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Posttraumatic_stress_disorder. The author has manipulated it a bit, with the sole intention of bringing a slight smile to the reader’s face and nothing more. Posttraumatic stress disorder is a serious disorder and this blog in no way diminishes its effects and its […]
It all begins with nothing. It all ends with nothing. In between is us & our stories. Stories of struggle.Stories of fame. Stories of misery.Stories that have no name. And then we go. Leaving not us behind But our stories shall live and keep turning “the nothing” into time. -Sage-ing Out
Imagine a kid, on the last bench of a class He couldn’t make friends, he couldn’t write or draw Logic left his head, long before the bell Using his finger as people, he would idly finger wrestle —- Maths never made sense, formulas weren’t strong He wasn’t so dumb, but he was truly so lost He […]
She walked through the mud Through the barren patches of lows & highs Tattered clothes so bad, A glance could generate a sigh — Mistreated by society, Misunderstood by time She lived beyond eternity Desecrated by her own kind — But she lived to tell a tale A tale that was one of its kind Once […]
This was a long time coming… This is true, this me, & from this, I leave my past & follow my happiness. From here, I go where I should have gone right from Day 1, the journey to being a better person, the journey to being me. The reason behind writing this is plain and […]
Part UN. At a safe distance, steadily bridging the gap between his life & my death, he circled around me as I helped myself off the ground for one final round. One round to decide between humanity & alien supremacy over Earth, and then I felt it, the massive weight of responsibility on my shoulders, increasing […]
Welcome Boredom, my dear friend Looks like you seeped in again Were you hiding within me all along You are undoubtedly my swan song — Hello Boredom, my dear friend Why not find someone else to tend You make me less happy than I am But you don’t seem to understand — Ola! Boredom, my […]
The Questions that we think we don’t have answers for, are sometimes the answers to the Questions we haven’t thought of. @seethingsage
As I fell down in the mud, sprawled in the muck, defeated, wounded & close to my end, he stepped back & started circling me as if he wanted me to ponder on my end, our end, the end of humanity. And so his wish be done… …A penny for all our stories that arrive […]