Indra’s Aaromale #2 – A Love Story of Library, Verses and Dying Eye-Lids.

“Man’s greatest tragedy is that he can conceive of a perfection which he cannot attain.” – Lord Byron(Jerome MacGann) She found me roots of relish sweet,       And honey wild, and manna-dew,And sure in language strange she said—       ‘I love thee true’. She took me to her Elfin grot,       And there she wept and sighed full sore,And there…

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…

The School Journal #3 – An Amalgamation of A Thousand Emotions.

. . . Cntd of #2 The Boring Intro: I don’t think there is an immediate need to write about everything that’s happening here just because I name this a journal. Its been a while I updated anything about The School thing. I’m the past few days, I’ve really been very very obsessed with the…

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 Mascara Eyes – Dark Moons in an Eclipsed, Sun-Lit Sky!

The Killing Passion: The craving for the sight of a pair of eyes is both fascinating and highly confusing. The passion to dive in them, to dwell in those is a labyrinth which no man can completely comprehend. What is it? How does it feel? I cannot express; I am not blessed with the divine…

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…

The School Journal #1 – The Desperate Remedy!

How I Landed Up In The School: Going through the past few days is not as easy as going through the days before those. “Happy life,” is what anyone would name mine and my friends’ and yes, we were happy and content with what we were doing. All of a sudden, many things broke down…