Friday, May 11, 2007


And I say, enough! Enough to you whom I've given much time to mull things over. You have been a child for too long. And it's time to grow up. I push you, adding me as incentive. Unfortunately, I'm never enough. Because you just keep pulling away, always expecting me to pick up your shit.

So enough!

I'm done.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007


It was raining
(hard), but the water wouldn’t wash away
the mud off the pavement.

It was raining

when you said you’d decided to stay
for (the kids and) the twenty years.
You opened a beer bottle
And lazed in front of the TV.

I was about to go into the kitchen
When you whispered:

Not for the memories.

Not for you.


There's this land called Apathia. When the moon hides from me, I go to Apathia and rule over it.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007


Contentment is such an insatiable little creature. It devours everything you have for its own pleasure, but the more you give it, the hungrier it gets.

He wants less.
She gives more.

In this perplexed world, there are always two opposing actions. The chicken crosses the road. And the bus hits it making it unable to go to the other side.

He gives more.
She wants more.

The world’s water supply is alarmingly decreasing. Yet we leave our faucets running. There’s nothing more to quench our thirst. So we just leave our mouths open as we anticipate the last drop of rain.

She wants none.
He still gives.

There are smiles everywhere. But people refuse to smile back. They close their eyes and declare the world as insufferable and hopeless.

Does the story ever end?