A recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night—an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future—that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can successfully ignore for weeks, only to feel its presence hovering outside…
Tag: mind
Bloom
How familiar we are with darkness can be quite surprising at times. You sit there and wonder how someone that looks so alive can actually be so melancholic. I believe that this darkness is what sets the right contrast for us to see clearly. But our role doesn’t end there, we don’t just survive and…
The Lost Cause
His eyes were pleading, searching for someone to understand, to voice out what his imagination couldn’t even grasp. But they all looked at him passively, making him feel hopelessly numb. He was looking for an anchor, but he couldn’t find one. So he crashed inside, his muscles rippled. A range of expressions masked his face;…
Death is Nothing at All
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we…
Adieu
How happy will the mind be, when from your memories it shall flee; escape the sweet sweet recollection of you, and whisper to our past- “adieu, adieu”. No denying, what we shared was magical, but the end to it was all so tragical. Maybe our love was a perfect delight, but the moment and time…
The Predicament
“If you don’t get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don’t want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can’t hold on to it forever. Your mind is your predicament. It wants to be free of change. Free of pain, free of the…
Graphite
I am a story written in pencil; one day you decide that ink is more desirable- perhaps a permanent state of mind. But I am a story written in pencil; no matter how many times you try to erase, or cover me with ink, my inscriptions remain engraved on your paper! Wanna be a wordmate?…
9 Random Facts About Dreams
We dream most vividly during Rapid Eye Movement(REM) sleep. Men and Women dream differently. Visually impaired people also have dreams. You will never be able to read in a dream, because reading and dreaming are functions of different sides of brain. The unknown faces of the people we see in our dreams are the faces…
The Escape Plan
The sky kept changing its colors, indecisive of what shade it was going to display- akin to his varying feelings, for he couldn’t quite determine what to do. His carefully composed equanimity was slipping, troubling his handsome face. He was barely holding on to his conscience. He kept finding himself lost in a trance. It…
ഓർമ്മകൾ
നിന്നിലേക്കുള്ള പാതകളാണ് ഓരോ ഓർമ്മയും. അതിൽ പലതിനും കണ്ണുനീർ നനവുണ്ട്. ചില നനവുകൾ നിന്നെ അകാലത്തിൽ നഷ്ടപെട്ടതിനെയോർത്ത്. മറ്റു ചിലത് ആ നഷ്ടത്തിലൂടെ ഉയർന്ന വലിയൊരു ശൂന്യതയോർത്ത്. മറക്കുവാൻ ശ്രമിക്കുന്തോറും പല ഓർമ്മകളും പൂർവാധികം ശക്തിയോടെ തിരിച്ചുവരും. അവ മനസ്സിനെ വീണ്ടും വീണ്ടും അലട്ടികൊണ്ടേയിരിക്കും. വേർപാടിൻ്റെയും ഒറ്റപ്പെടലിൻ്റെയും കൈകൾ ആ ഓർമ്മകളുടെ കൂടെ വന്ന് എന്നെ നിത്യേന ചുറ്റിവരിയാറുണ്ട്. ഓർക്കാൻ സുഖമുള്ളവയാകട്ടെ പതിയെ മറവിയുടെ ആഴങ്ങളിലേക്ക് അകന്ന് തുടങ്ങിയിരിക്കുന്നുവെന്ന് തോന്നുന്നു. ഈ ഓർമ്മകളെല്ലാം എവിടെ പോയി ഒളിക്കാനാണ്?…
Keta
An image that inexplicably leaps back into your mind from the distant past. Coined in 2012 by John Koenig in The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, a project, to create a compendium of invented words for every emotion we might all experience but don’t yet have a word for. Wanna be a wordmate? Connect with us and transform your…
Modern Leprosy
My modern leprosy is being alone, as layer after layer peels away leaving me exposed. My skin is gone, my flesh is gone, I’m down to my bones. The darkened skies hear my whispers, destruction is my home. The sounds echo through the distraught lands, as I surrender everything my hands hold. No one told…