My cat, and I, are great friends. In things that I do, a helping hand, he surely lends. While I write this, in a state, so blue. The cat watches over me from a place, of which, I have no clue. I remember a certain sleepless night When me and my cat had a great… Continue reading A Nocturnal Creature
There are words about the stars, In the sky of blue, or some colour darker – glowing in the dark. While the curtains act well, and conceal the shadows. Yet the words, whispers in the night, ceases to not flow. Though a bright, shining light is seen, in a blink, through the corner of the… Continue reading It’s all in the mind
Words flow out – Like stones and pebbles On a man buried in the soil till the neck. Plastic, yellow ducks at the window pane – Looking at the garden pond, filled with debris.
On the fast, and smooth highway — My mind imagines the strange occurrences that may occur here – Skull crushed under the hot, smoky tyre, Body flung on a truck, Bowels crushed, legs mutilated.
The art of rolling tobacco, in itself, is an entertaining, skill oriented, patience seeking, and nerve calming. Pre-rolled cigarettes may be comforting and quick, almost always reliable – never have I come across a cigarette which has failed to entertain its consumer, except for the times when you smoke it on an empty stomach and… Continue reading The Art of Rolling Tobacco