The Truth
“The Naked Truth is better than the Best Dressed Lies”. At least that’s what my dad said. But I don’t think I completely agree with the Truth’s exhibitionist phase. “You really need to grow out of it man. I mean you don’t have to be best dressed, but at least put your briefs on man. (not those briefs again)” And then they […]
But my watch begins
But my watch begins and I must go; My heart a thousand miles away, wishing it wasn’t so. She is stronger than she believes, I know; So I leave with prayers to the God’s above and the men below – “Take care of her whilst into the storm, I row” Because my watch begins and I must go. I leave with nothing but her song in my ears, […]
Numb
Another scream piercing the night,Another slash across her back,Another hand holding her body down,And Another man with his zipper down. Another slap across her cheek,Another rip on her bloody dress,Another video clip of her writhing self,And another howl from the ones around. Another bruise from the hand on her throat,Another bite mark on her frigid […]
Single
I often wonder how relationships have changed over time. How the expectations that you hold in these relationships have transformed. How the values that were once deemed sacrosanct have been diluted in this day and age. What do you actually base a relationship on these days? It really can’t be on trust, because earning someone’s […]
Goldust
Isn’t counting, one of the first things that we’re taught as children? Imagine a little child, who’s perhaps 3 years old. Imagine his wonder and innocence as he finds his way in this world. Imagine him in the midst of a small crowd of dear ones, being urged on by a doting mother to put on a show for […]
The Seconds
I can hear the ticking of the clock in my tiny cabin on the ship. And when the night brings the eerie quiet to the bustle on board, the ticking, it seems, gains deafening proportions. The gentle hum of the engine, overshadowed by the violent tick of the tiny clock. I wonder why they call this narrow needle, that seems to be the root of all this ruckus, the seconds’ hand. Perhaps it too came “shy of first” in some race […]
Living with a 15 year old
It was the dead of night. A moonless cloudy night with a gentle breeze blowing across the river that had nearly reached the end of its journey to the sea. The bedroom of the house that stood on a cliff overlooking the river was quiet, except for the whooshing of the overhead fan… Oh and […]