dead applause

"All the world's a stage" when the curtains fall and light has been applauded for its lies darkness plays it's part again the musty smell of the theater shut to muse itself the velvet of curtains sunken stillness applause echoing in silence broken by the creaking of an exhaust fan all cry for sin to play…

Lil’ lil’ things

With evolution and inheritance playing between species, generations and between the very cells we’re made of… humans seem to be its best result. Having a cranial capacity of 1300 cc, eyes with a contrast ratio of 100 000:1, luminance range of 1014 …. it is but obvious, we’re blessed beings. But in the rush of city lights and…

Trains and thoughts

I've been on a train for the past six hours and I felt like sharing something I wrote to a friend on an e-mail sometime ago whilst I was travelling on the same train, going to and from the same places. ......... I'm sitting here, in a chair car. It's an AC coach but I…

Return

Farewell thus bidden. Promises to return sweep off as the waves o'er the shores of sand. The sands... uncertain of recovery of another time the ocean touches, it's loneliness and drowns it in swirling foam of joy.. uncertain, that the waves shall ever return.. the sands lie still, moving only in the moaning wind. but…