If you can’t go outside then go inside. To make this overtly spiritual and unrealistic sentence a bit more rational (WHY DO I THINK EVERYTHING IS SPIRITUAL THESE DAYS, NETFLIX IS HAVING ITS IMPACT), let’s find out what going inside really means. (LIKE HOW THEY FORMALLY START ANY WRITE UP). Recently, I heard a song…
Tag: inspiration
The Digital and Emotional Dependency in The Modern Era
Now, let us assume that the ideals and idea of self-confidence is also a skill. Then, let us have a mock-conclusion, from our basic level observations, that this skill of being self-confident is highly lacking in this day’s average human-being.
La’ Mia Unica Preziosa Signora – An (Audio) Poem of Love, Hope, You and I {A Long Poem of 311 Lines}
The Premeditation: I am practically out of words. Everything that I can be saying was conjured up by this ‘leviathan’ of a poem. Leviathan – haha, the monstrous biblical sea creature, that has fallen to the pit of hell from heavens for rallying against The Almighty and supporting Satan, the rebel – is what I…
The School Journal #7 – The Repercussions of an Emotional Ripple!
The School Journal #7 – The Repercussions of an Emotional Ripple Hm. I took a lot of time, didn’t I? I needed to. If not, I would reflect something too deep for anyone. I wanted it to dilute a bit. This should be simply ‘repercussions’ you see, not the echoing blast. For, This, all my…
The Great Fall – A Divine Vision – A Resonance of Faith
For He, who remains indescribable even by the scores of Vedas and myriad of Myths woven on this scared lands by the most spiritual of the sages throughout the ages. For our sake, let’s call Him. . . Shiva! Part 1: Where is it we were going? I do not remember. Or, is it like…
The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas
There is a lot to say; there was so less. There is so much to think; there was nothing at all. There was a whole world to go; there is no place like home. Home. The more I think, the more vague it becomes. The more I try to remember, the more I forget, and…
To Be With My Love – The Song of a Weird “IMPERFECT” Emotional-Self!
Hm, My Love, I can’t kill myself. Please. Can’t you just come closer and save me? Save me from being the murderer and the killed at once? Closer. A bit closer. A bit more closer. A bit more, please? Can’t you just merge into me and make me feel I am complete? Imperfection. Imperfection. Imperfection….
That Poor Little B*TCH – A Short Story
People always tend to tell others what’s right and what’s not. I don’t know on which basis they do that. I’m fucking forty years old and I still don’t understand how things tend to get segregated into good and bad. Even sucking smelly things is a really good thing for people and how can something…
The School Journal #2 – The Discovery of Self & The Tenth D2
. . . Cntd of #1 The times when we feel we’ve lost the whole world just because we’ve lost one single entity to which we’ve attached so much of emotional importance is horrible. Almost all, every one of us has felt that. The horrid meditations of a scarred minds are the most horrific things…
Keep The Light Safe – An Indian Poem
There’s a place for sure, Where this race can cure, All the disease, and precede, With all its glory, till the end of times, Just as it begun, With the goblet of wisdom, At the advent of time. This nation, with all its grace, Shall not perish and fade away, No grave danger is in…
