Tuesday, December 31, 2013

My eyes bleed 'tired.' :-( I need another vacation. Soon.

Monday, December 30, 2013

Jun 22, 2007
Helmetinthes. Nihilistically so. Altruistically nihilistic. Selfishly altruistic. And it whirls, one idea chasing the other, in quite a remarkably circular path. Does it help that I understand the locii? :|

Aug 16, 2007
El mar.

Jun 26, 2008
Bad reduction formula. Why? Because: Epistemological Fallacy = Meta-epistemological Tautology.

Fuckin pseud.


Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Oh, what should be gathered now?
Times gone can never be back?
When people repeatedly falter
they can never bounce back?
Silence will not help?
No, don't hum the lyric
when you're playing
your game of chess
with a computer
and taking a break.

Don't you see
it can cause
a certain heart
to be wrung
just as
the unplugged version of
Isaiyil Thodangudamma

Monday, December 9, 2013

Stray, starry-eyed Boddha
As the rays of a full moon
Paint the waves of a land and time
So far.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

And as I try swimming through the everydays, moments from yore count for precious little breaths. It's not as if they're never again to be.

There will be time
Time again.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

And I shall live to see a thousand splendid full moons.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Cold days.

Friday, November 29, 2013

I am such a crab.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Who are we?

Inebriated souls
Waiting for the other
To make a move.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

How do you survive in the midst of people who genuinely don't follow the fine aspects of any form of art that's close to you and ask if you're drunk when you talk or write about it?
(In short, those who lack quality ilakiya, oviya and isai rasanai.)
Well, you put up with it, I suppose.

And I see but
Shadows of people
That I don't seem to understand
And all I want to say is:
Get back to your old, old self.
(Well, it holds good for me too!)

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Lesson of the day

If irritated with unwarranted comments, sugar coats, and with ones that are myopic, or critics because they want to be:

Let the steam off.
Count backwards from whichever one you want.
Tell yourself that nothing or no one is worth it for however many times you want.
Try not to swear whenever possible. Sometimes though, this might help:

Die. Just please die.

Did you feel me mentally kicking you out of my life? Boy, can you be irritating!"

Monday, November 11, 2013


Nothing else inspires as much
at 0330 in the AM:
When nightfall wears out
And a gleam of hope reigns.

I could wake up
Every passing day at this hour
And not feel any less inspired.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

What am I?

In a bad way before,
Good way now.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Everyday rhythm:
Moments within moments,
Tied to an eternal
Leap of faith.

Whither drifts the raft,
Thither goes the soils of life
And the soul of eyes,
Wispy and tardy.

Not for too long, friend.

#JustInTime #dedication

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

What would you do?

"For the other half of the sky?"

Thursday, October 31, 2013

memories, fond.
go, let alone.

Monday, October 28, 2013

It's going to be harder
for me to find you
among Them.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Nothing is as close to two people who don't say a word to eachother for the longest time,and yet don't feel as awkward and act as strangers would.


Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Is it so hard
To think in negatives.
Than it is to
Prepare for the worst of storms.

Thursday, October 17, 2013


When numbers fail,
Candles melt.

Monday, October 14, 2013

The Corporate blood
Leads course:
It runs through veins
takes over dear,
dear words,
masks expression
like a trap

But then,
the open sky
and sea
aren't far away,
are they?

Just as dainty candlesticks
That cast their shadow
On the warm, heavy
unused Furniture
by the fireplace,
So will one life

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Do I have to have a strong opinion?
Do I have to know how to pronounce crepe?
Do I have to express myself
my love, angst, and emptiness?

Well, then,

Look into my eyes.

Days, people, time
And me

Trying to make sense.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Like a beautiful unfinished pot
That's broken.

Monday, September 2, 2013


Pollen against the grain.

Friday, August 30, 2013

I wrote
Your name,
By the beach
Of a land so plain,
And it still remains.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Why ask for an opinion when you know you're not going to go by it?

Friday, August 23, 2013

When names
And faces
As strangers.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

A penrose wish:
Movies I love never end
And some of my dreams are easy to realize.

Sometimes I don't know what else to say but that I miss you and I miss us.
- a someone

Friday, August 16, 2013

Some Feynman for the soul.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

It’s in my head.
In my arteries and veins.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

I don't know if travelling through strange lands will bail me out but I'm going to try, nevertheless.

To forge my mental tenacity if nothing else.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

For the days seem long
when the Moon goes missing.

Pet Peeve
I hate smiling for more than a few minutes im any given situation. No, not because I like morbid or some such. But because my jaws ache bad after a point. Oh boy!

Saturday, August 3, 2013

This time,
the breath,
another bed
of lies
in my head.

Memory of
Whiskey on the table:

Sabbath tomorrow:
and many moons ago
a thought was sown
on which I run
the rest of my life.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

You mean
To me
What the moon
to me.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Home of life
Yard away
Another home
another life
Another love
Of none.
Only to hold.

Monday, July 15, 2013

How I yearn
To sit by that bridge
With my feet in the chill waters
Of the stream running below
With a light head
a heavy heart
And no sound of people
for miles around.

Yeah. At least I can imagine it for now.
Does anyone here know how to stitch such dreams? :|

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Dear Reader

Confession: I have selfish (bordering cryptic) posts here. I trust that you understand and respect that this is a way for me to lay my words in public but know that only I and those concerned will know why exactly something has been written.

It is probably reflective of my private personality but I sincerely haven't intended to write so. Yes, even after all these years I am not comfortable outside of my shell.

Thankyou for your support thus far,

Friday, July 12, 2013


Burned heart.

Difficult to find:

People who are honest to themselves.

And when I do find them, it wrings my heart and strengthens my faith in humanity.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

You are
The imperfection in perfection.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

ijusthadtosaythis ii

You're not alone, loner!


Friday, June 28, 2013

The more I
See people
Hear laughter
Smell ambiences
Touch tangibles
Speak words,

The more I
Feel empty,

The more I
seek our silences
and silent smiles
just as when
we listened to music
that defined us
with a glass of wine
by the Orange textured
walls of Shiv Krupa.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013


it's like wine being aware of getting lonelier with time.

Thursday, June 20, 2013


As I stand
in the still-coldness of my room
I see my hopes and loves
once upon
drift away
like the gentle sea breeze.

And as I stand
in the still-warmth of my room
I realize I can't speak
about any of it
however much I try
to clear my throat.

Saturday, June 8, 2013


Friday, June 7, 2013

Community, family, consortium, religion, country, state, institution..
All for a sense of belonging.
Farcical and empowering, nevertheless.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

"Aasai mugam marandu poche
Adai, yaar idam solvennadi thozhi?
Nesam marakavillai nenjam
Enil ninaivu mugam marakalaamo?"

I can't seem to be able to
Write poetry

Coming to think of it, when it comes to grave situations, people do eventually become fighters one way or the other (even if they try to give up). You are labelled so as well to make yourself sound strong.

Well, you play along and act strong when you are already so, I guess.

Thursday, May 30, 2013


Yea, it's that time of your life when behavior is a way of life but wish you could go back to the days when you wore behaviour and felt proud about it.

Irony of life: Holding your post-teen hormones as you enter twenty and believing that you want to die without hurting anyone.

Irony of life 2: Forced to think the above was a stupid ideal when you cross twenty five.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

"So this is, this is how it feels to be crushed."

Tuesday, May 21, 2013


I have reason to believe that no one bears a stone for a heart. The thought that makes you not want to give up on humanity.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

"What have they done to you, to your soul?"
"Is this how the ache of the heart feels, grandpa? It stings." "Where is my angst? Where is my Existential-Nihilist?"

Saturday, April 6, 2013


The more I try to find you in them, the more I know they can never be close to who you are and who you are to me.

And the best part is, I don't care about whoever in this world reads this but I truly wish you do. Someday. If leaving a footprint is easy then.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Do you?
Identify with them.
Do they know?
Who you truly are.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Which one do I go by?

Mugilinangal alaigiradhey mugavarigal tholaindanavo?
Mugavarigal tavariyadal azhudhidumo adu mazhaayo

Nilavinai nambi iravugal illai
Vilakkugal kaattum velichchaththin ellai
Oru vaasal moodi maru vaasal vaippaan iraivan.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

And there are people -
who take a breath away -
like butterflies.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Meh ;)

"Helloo! Do I know-know you? :|"
"No, no!"

Sunday, January 20, 2013

"You've changed... Well, thumbs up to the new avatar. I'd like to see the old you back someday, though."

"Your *e*** is not going to appreciate those who are true, is it?"

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Big question

getting answered: Where did/do I belong?