Now, let us assume that the ideals and idea of self-confidence is also a skill. Then, let us have a mock-conclusion, from our basic level observations, that this skill of being self-confident is highly lacking in this day’s average human-being.
The Faded Leaves of Freedom – Dystopian Diaries #2
When has the world lost its meaning and when has the last poet lived? These are clueless questions which didn’t even babble over the minds of mindless post-humans who led their lives in the aimless refute of LIFE. The past order and harmony has gone. The nature and its love has vexed. The sun has gone merciless and the gases that infuriate him were hovering around the once precious, life-filled planet of this solar system.
The Living Castle of Garodas – The Dead Awakens.
Foreword: These days, it is highly boring that everything’s normal, for, once it was not so. Actually, when you have a wife of a really rare history, you would better understand that, believe me. When we first came to this town, the town of Dwaraka – oh, not the one of Krishna in Gujarat, no,…
In the Quest of Light #4: Radhe Radhe Govinda, Govinda Radhe!
. . . . Cntd of #3 Chapter 16: “It is for my wife ji,” I told him when he was eyeing me with suspicion. I just got on the car and took the seat beside the driver. It is a symbolism that it is the journey of mine and I wanna look towards where…
In the Quest of Light #3: Mist, Mountains and My Muse.
. . . . Cntd of #2 Chapter 12: “Wicky simply cannot live without her,” this is how I wanted to start this installment. Because this basically is about Wicky and Wicky’s only woman – nothing else. So, yes; Wicky cannot live without her. After the tumultuous tour to Kodai to show his love that…
La’ Mia Unica Preziosa Signora – An (Audio) Poem of Love, Hope, You and I {A Long Poem of 311 Lines}
The Premeditation: I am practically out of words. Everything that I can be saying was conjured up by this ‘leviathan’ of a poem. Leviathan – haha, the monstrous biblical sea creature, that has fallen to the pit of hell from heavens for rallying against The Almighty and supporting Satan, the rebel – is what I…
In the Quest of Light #2: Tyres, Trains and Tears.
. . . . Cntd of #1 Chapter 6: It is a need that I pay my orison to the one who is watching everything that is happening. Who knows it all than Him who has commenced me into this journey? There are a thousand times we both (I and my woman) have thought that…
In the Quest of Light #1: A Promise Made to the Woman.
{Authors Note: The semi-epic journey I am going to elaborate through this series of journals is not a subject of debate of being a fact or fiction. This is a writer’s voice and I hope you’d enjoy these as they are, trying not to decode too much or trying not to deduce the facts from…
The School Journal #7 – The Repercussions of an Emotional Ripple!
The School Journal #7 – The Repercussions of an Emotional Ripple Hm. I took a lot of time, didn’t I? I needed to. If not, I would reflect something too deep for anyone. I wanted it to dilute a bit. This should be simply ‘repercussions’ you see, not the echoing blast. For, This, all my…
The Chains of Heaven – A Semi-Epic Poem {77 Lines – With a Mexican Myth Tie-up}
The Chains of Heaven – Intro The Premeditation: Every time I start writing a poem, the toughest and the most boring part of the blog would be this premeditation part. I know, but what to do, it is a memoir. I just cannot leave it. Before going to the poem, I want to express, and…
Writings of Indra 