Tinder, Tinder, who’s the fittest of them all…?

Hey! It’s your favourite unhinged and self loathing writer! And boy do I have a doozy for my dear readers today. So I was tinder swiping one fine morning. You know, one of those Monday mornings where you’re bored out of your minds because you don’t have a job, aren’t studying and no discernable hobbiesContinue reading “Tinder, Tinder, who’s the fittest of them all…?”

Dirty but finished- A poem (and a little bit of self realisation worth sharing at the end)

I’m a finished piece of art,A dirty canvasAnd no space left for you to correct it,Not a perfect sculptureBut atleast all my parts are still attached,If you try to make changes, I’ll only fall apart;Too late to mould me into something I’m not,Too late to mould me into something you’d someday want,I’m sorry I hurtContinue reading “Dirty but finished- A poem (and a little bit of self realisation worth sharing at the end)”

Stay mindful (until you can’t)

Recently, I happened upon an youtube clip of a yogi talking about being present in the moment at all times. He talked about how alertness and mindfulness are two completely different things. The meat and potatoes of the yogi’s articulation aside, his main motive behind the whole speech was an answer to a question askedContinue reading “Stay mindful (until you can’t)”

A dream that breathes- A poem

There is not a single thing I want more,Than to rest a little before I’m readyBut there’s no rest for me,There is Santa Monica right in front of me,But just a tad out of reach,All I need is one big leap There could be eighty million martians, Conspiring against my innovations,But they’re no match forContinue reading “A dream that breathes- A poem”

Love is war

Someone loves me. I know someone does. I mean someone must, right? Wrong. It’s never that easy with love. There is no right or wrong answer. It’s never black or white. It isn’t even gray for chrissakes. It’s an whole different spectrum of colours. It’s like a little kid splattering paint all over the canvas.Continue reading “Love is war”

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