Sunday, November 25, 2012


Sanity is a responsibility otherwise many people would have lost it easily.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Pecularity of Lovers.

'After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.' #Albert Camus

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Man as a fallen Idol.

I am a modern man. I have lost my soul to history. Some say I have deserted my Gods while others believe that they have deserted me. I look up to skies but seek no one there. No angels are there to guide me. No Lucifer there to ever tempt me. Stumbling at every step in the dark, I refuse to seek help with directions. Alas! I am a modern man.  This is my fate. I worship no one but the fallen Idol that I am.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

My life these days.

“Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.” #Coleridge

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

A carrot is a carrot.

You ask “What is life?” That is the same as asking “What is a carrot?” A carrot is a carrot and we know nothing more. Letter to his wife, Olga Knipper Chekhov

Friday, September 14, 2012

Ethics of forgetfulness.

''How little moral would the world look without this forgetfulness!  A poet might say that God had placed forgetfulness as door keeper in the temple of human dignity. '' - From aphorism 'Origin of Justice' by Nietzsche

Saturday, August 25, 2012

We lost ourselves in love by R.D. Laing

We lost ourselves in love.
 And then lost love.

We searched for it thro both our hearts.
 In vain.
We found only our graves.
We looked above,
Below, about:
But always the same pain.
The pain has gone.     
We sit and watch TV
We seldom yawn.     
She makes me cups of tea
We tell no tales.     
There’s no more need for guile
We do not pick our nails.     
We sometimes smile
We’re grateful to the powers that be
For lifeless, loveless, hateless, apathy
I can’t remember when I last felt glad
I can’t remember when I last felt sad
I can’t remember when I last got pissed
I can’t remember when I last was kissed.
He didn’t particularly like her
But she was having his child
She didn’t especially fancy him
But her parents were going wild
He was too selfish and guilty
To walk away scot free
She felt like a caged canary
When he said “Marry me”
They had a beautiful baby
Then another two or three
She prayed to the Virgin Mary
To return her virginity
He contemplated murder
He tried a mistress or two
She would often shudder
When she thought of what life can do
They grew old together
Each completely alone
Neither could help each other
Their hearts had turned to stone.