Tales i tell

        A few days back I heard the voice of a frenemy  from work ,   in a half-awaken state in the early hours  of shift ,  “Are you free this weekend, wanna hang   out?”,..  I guess it was a message that unfolds now…   Lost are the days it seems, when this world was utterly busy in the business and busyness of life.    Lost are the days it seems, when we looked forward to some easy and comfy weekends.    The world is shaken by an utter radicalization and brain cell poverty that can’t even be seen with the naked eyes.  I am used to waking up to this fundamental truth every single morning now. No peace of mind, no stability and no sticking to plans, no natural positivity, no following healthy habits, nothing conspicuous yet it’s there…the FEAR of an unseen and  unraveled  mysterious tomorrow, they named   it Fate.    Exploring new horizons is necessary for evolving but the struggle o...

                        Monsoon season has just started and just like every weekday around 2 am. I found myself flipping through the old journal that I use, to log my important events of that day or week. In my journal, I discovered entries that brought me down the memory lane of events from the previous year.  All of my blunders, accomplishments, highs, and lows, both physical and emotional, were right in front of me, allowing me to see how far I had come, from my worst mistakes to the best of my best, from people who played me, to people who had kindly forgave me,  from people I turned into butterflies from cocoon to people who made sure that I grew as a person, it was an enlighting read for that night. Given the events of the past year, the best analogy would be... in some strange and yet fuckedup way, I am beginning to relate myself to Severus Snape from Harry Potter more and more.. every day. Because, as they say...

Some people might frown upon jokes that seem to be making light of the most serious issue currently facing mankind (aside from climate change, duh!): the coronavirus pandemic .  Those people probably don’t have a sense of humor, or maybe just don’t resort to humor and self-deprecating jokes as a coping mechanism for the horrors of the world, like me. It’s a miracle they get through their day-to-day, honestly. Too early? Inappropriate response to a global emergency? Then this one's probably not for you. Give yourself a break and it a miss. I'm not sure my ego could take another email of disgusting comment approvals. For the rest of you miscreants. here goes nothing... Of course, like most 'boys' my age, I had one overriding concern, sitting at home at the end of week one of my isolation, watching things deteriorate worldwide. The blustering leaders, who only days before, had been dismissing all worries and concerns, Are now playing catch up big time. with their...

It's the things that we don't say that really pulls us back to each other. I see eternity resting behind your lips I feel a longing behind your eyes but I also sense a disaster that'll wash over me if I ever try to reach  beyond your surface because I know that you'll never be able to understand What's underneath mine. It's the things that  I almost say yet don't that kill me after we say goodbye and walk our separate ways. You quieten my demons. my insecurities collapse when you show your faith in me  you make me want to be myself but I am not the only one whose name rests on the tip of your tongue like a prayer like a song  you cannot stop humming like the name you'd happily call your own for as long as we're here I won't ever be you what you are to me and I am okay with that I am okay but that alone is not enough. I wish it was enough. I wish you didn't matter so much, to me. I wish you didn't have so much, power over me. But once that...