On my knees, naked, pleading, praying, hoping, that this darkness shall pass.


The disowned art…

This is so Awesome!!

Little miss obsessive's anatomy!!

Ended up writing a short story on a woman suffering from mental illness…Guess 2am brings out the dead writer in me…

Don’t waste your time staring at me, she said

I’ve got nothing better to do, he said

What do you see, she demanded

Well you certainly aren’t a piece of art, he grinned

Then why don’t you find yourself a museum, she growled

I did only it has the damaged goods on display, he raised his eyebrow

Why don’t you walk away then, she enquired

In that rusted piece of you lies a magnet field, he complained

The sun is making you spit nonsense, she muttered

Your eyes I’m talking about your eyes, he pointed

What about them, she questioned

Even behind a dead soul they shine so bright & blinding, he smiled

What is your name, she smiled back

Albert, he smoothen his tie

Well Albert you’re doomed…

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Stories we shall tell

Once there was a time When flowers bloomed When the ocean mirrored the sky And the birds sang   Once there was a time When men walked straight When women laughed with joy And work bore fruit   Once there was a time When love was real When virtue ideal And truth-could-be-told   Once there … Continue reading Stories we shall tell