Old Man’s Note

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
The wind is blowing furiously tonight, shaking every inch of the forest, knocking my little home with the will to break it; it usually does this time of the year. When I was young my mother used to tell me that angels come to sleep in this part…

Night

He asked of the night, what is it that you see – it replied with silence and not a whisper more. In the dying hours of its solitude the mist gripped it and made all blind apart from those who dared stick their head out of it. He asked the night again, what is it…

Searching for a broken heart

In the long hours of the night, he sat in a corner looking at the mirror. Wondering and searching. Whoever looked upon him did not know, and could not understand the mystery behind it – but it seldom happened that anyone chanced upon him for he had chosen his own solitary company and for good…

A feeling of disconnection

There is a feeling of disconnection with the rest of the world that I have become accustomed to, but I cannot still feel completely out of this world, inferior or superior. I still find myself caring for it and the inhabitants of it. How strange a feeling is that to experience yet we know it…

expectation

Sometimes you think you know something but it doesnt turn out to match your expectation, than you learn to adapt to its actual self but give it a while and it starts acting as you had originally expected. Confusion, disarray, thoughts crumble, what do you do? Do you rejoice that is what you first thought…

Empty Spaces

Ever since I was born, I have been staring into these empty spaces. With eyes I see images, colours and shapes but with my mind all I see is emptiness. Is it what is inside of me that reflects so blankly before me? Or is it what my inside desires, absence of which shows me…

Familiar Differences

There are times when you sit down and think the most oddest and weirdest of thoughts. Just by yourself, sitting, gazing in the distance, you and your thoughts. Thoughts like, when I am doing nothing someone is probably doing something very significant and when I am doing something significant someone else is probably doing nothing….

Hate me not

It was a long way to the top, but I had to get it over with. Elevators were out of order that day and I had to take the dreaded stairs. I could have come back the next day but then it would have been too late. As far as I know myself it is…

Rest my beautiful soul

The world is breaking into the dusk of lust, Fear is raking in the hearts of trust, No matter how you see it, this way or that, Everybody in us is lost and dead, Dead in the moment of present and past, Lost in the shades with souls detached, The horror is coming it waits…

Empty Spaces

Ever since I was born, I have been staring into these empty spaces. With eyes I see images, colours and shapes but with my mind all I see is emptiness. Is it what is inside of me that reflects so blankly before me? Or is it what my inside desires, absence of which shows me…

Normativity

The problem of Normativity lies in defining the source of normative value. What is good for one may not necessarily be good for another and what is bad for one may not be bad for another, the likelihood of it being good for another is more. The source of normative value is varied and differs…

frustrations of an atheist

For an atheist I do write a lot about God. It is not the case all the time, but I do find a lot of complaints towards a god like figure. Maybe it is because I have gone through all the fazes to become an atheist, from a religiously curious person, to rigorously religious person,…

My despair

Would I live another day to see the crimes of my hate? Would the sun shine again for the night to bid its care?   In the calamity of shallow despair where I dwindle each day, Would the serenity of the divine sway me from the depths of my shade?   The world is bleeding…

Bury me in your grave

Shackle me down to the road of thy sanity, Thrust your reason in me, Make me a part of your vanity.   From birth to death, truth I shall detest, Make me a part of your tragedy, Wait for lies I will patiently.   Empty my days with your worldly creed, Shallow my life with…

The Man and his plan

There was once a man like any other man, Riding along in his life without any plan, No sense of direction, like any other man, He ate up his ages along with the society’s plan.   But this man was a little different than any other man, In fact more than just a little different…

Shoot me now and put me to sleep

Shoot me in the head and put me to sleep, I no longer need favours that you must keep, Strike me down below the bloody seas, Kill my sense before I count to three.   Gone you are away from yourself indeed, Lost in the arbour of misleading deceits, Silent are your thoughts and silent…

Predator and its Prey

The silent nature of a dying predator is settling into the composites of its watchful prey. For years on it has longed for such a moment, but such a moment when it comes is not easy to behold. For the phantoms of the forgotten past, feeling through the presence of a mind, surrenders to the…