The hands of the rather humongous clock adorning the wall of his bedroom found their melancholy way along the fabric of time as the male sat there toying with the heated barrel of his gun as it gave off acrid sooty smoke. Somewhere in the room, the shell of a .50 AE round was struggling […]

1. After the war. There was a scraping of metal echoing through the enchanted forests surrounding the castle. The brutish male took one step at a time. Each of his foot, stomped onto the ground, his dark armor clanking with every step he took in the faint breeze of the dying summer. His face hid […]

The eventual questions that I often ask myself are when would I run of words to say and write? When would I run out of songs to sing and feel? When would I just feel okay by myself again?

Singing Fix you by Coldplay has a weird vibe to it. If it’s daytime, it would mean and speak of hope and emotional turmoil. If it’s dusk, it would mean the end of an Era and the attempt to heal. If it’s night, it would mean nostalgia and memory of a time gone by which […]

The most confusing thing that you learn after losing function temporarily with your dominant hand is how much it plays against you. The most irritating part? Nobody sees it. Only you do and that adds to the frustration.

Books are nice, aren’t they? With just one sentence you can get lost in all sorts of dreams. The way I think of it, literature allows the reader’s consciousness to deeply relish the author and be closer to him. And so, we freely walk around the world of the story from the yarn spinner’s point […]

Forgive me, the Gods of blogging for I must not post blogs like these but I could not resist such pure emotions and wanted them preserved somewhere where I could see them on the daily. Seriously, sometimes I like to think that I do not have anything of what I want and then I see […]