The Armchair Intellectual

The Armchair Intellectual

Sitting in my comfortable chair.. my mind feels very uncomfortable. my limbs are not working and my hands are lying limp.. he thinks he has the right to move himself.. as if he is apologizing for the procrastination of my limbs. He begins to search for an object which...
It wasn’t me

It wasn’t me

I don’t want to do this, but it seems you have left me with no choice. The times have changed and so have you but the one thing who didn’t was me. Yes I call myself a thing. I am a thing. You don’t think I have emotions and neither do I. How else can...
Strangely I still puff my dope with hope!

Strangely I still puff my dope with hope!

I know I must get up. I know I must rise. I know I must face the little white object on the sheet. I know I have to read, the little black printed words, telling me others have not had a good night. I don’t like it. I hate myself for being happy. I hate the fact...
A jog up the lane

A jog up the lane

Everyday at sharp 7.30 pm I go for a long walk in my society, and each time I see a white shirt clad guy driving in a smooth sedan at over an 80 km/hr past me. Due to his lightening bolt speed, I am rarely ever able to see his face, but I get the fair idea that he is...
On my pink and white wall

On my pink and white wall

I often lay in my bed and thoughthow life seems so short,I made plans of my immense wealthand pink health.I dreamed my luxuriesand forgot my worries.I thought I would have it all.Each night I saw it all On my pink and white wall.But then one day I met youI started to...