Aesthetic Blasphemy

One thing leads to another if we talk a lot.

This post is almost a faithful translation of the previous post "Talk lost when let loose" which was written in Hindi....

Step Inside

Like flashfloods they come, in flashbacks they live, the agony of my heart is, you stand at such precarious precipice,...

In a game.

Let us play a game, you and me, 'The game', for it is hard to name You bring your tool, your heart to fore, and I my...

How do YOU want to die?

Photo of a cemetry, gravestones epitaphs over a green field How do YOU want to die? Thoughts on dying and living, in...

Digression.

I dare not say that I am exhausted. It doesn't feel right. The stories seem just under the surface, like balls in an...