A poem based on the thoughts of Greek tragedian Aeschylus a.k.a. the father of tragedy. Enjoy!
The word isolation has various connotations to it. While for some it merely represents the state of being alone, for others it signifies a circumstance of complete frightfulness. For me, on the other hand, isolation epitomizes the reconcilement of my body-self with my mind. It is a cure for the sanity of one’s consciousness; it … Continue reading Baring the positive truths about isolation
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You never free-fell For you were much afraid to die You had a parachute all along But that, you never realized For you were much afraid to die That you could never envisage You were already dying with the idea of safety you were complying For you could have free-fallen yet you were afraid to … Continue reading For you were much afraid to die
A short story about the need for validation as teenagers, and the vulnerability our perceptions can have given our dependence on other's acceptance.
Oh! But why see through his eyes And forget yours exist Why comply to his sorrows, And ignore your merits? Why gaze at the world In another’s vision? Why live in the realm Of other’s decisions? Why ignore your desires And adjust to the wires? Of robots and followers Of those who blanket their … Continue reading Why comply?
An unsophisticated fragment about seizing moments, and permitting ourselves to be somewhat imaginative and dreamy at times.
Despised by the shells In which they exemplify themselves; How they pretend their core Is what others can see How they dance to the rhythm Of a fictitious melody That does not cohere with their sound: The utter representation of their Underlying self. Despised by their liaison To all that is superficial For in … Continue reading Despised by the shells
Traveling caused multiple disruptions to my publications, including wifi inconveniences, and time issues. Nevertheless, I have written various pieces in advance, including this somewhat sociological piece. Enjoy!
I had been on a trip outside of my country, and due to the fact that the customs of the country I was traveling to did not allow computers, I had not been able to post for a long time. Nevertheless, please enjoy this short poem.