I could write a poem for you, Just to see you blush. I could write a song for you, Just to find you humming. I could play the guitar for you, Just to hear you say how out of tune I am. I could pluck flowers for you, Just to see you… Continue reading Yes, I Could.
I could write a poem just to see it flamed to ashes in the heat of the burning logs of organised and disorganised wood. In this, the pattern would hardly matter; no attention to my personal interests and thoughts would be paid. All that was red around would not be talked about; Neither would I… Continue reading The Burning of Poetry
I cannot seem to write. Words do not appear to flow out, but now I have to write this - as this is the only thing to do - for deadlines must be met in EJP. I had no clear ambitions for my blog. I started back in my 7th-8th- 9th grade when I thought it… Continue reading On Blogging, and More
On terms undeclared, we marched to the battlefield Only to find ourselves greeted by bullets from all directions. Our fingers clicked the trigger - in vain - until our numbers were miserably reduced. The few among us hundreds that remained were sent back as messengers decorated with blood, carrying the message of defeat. The general… Continue reading On War, Defeat, and Killing Oneself