The Run: A song of nightmare and daydreams

If you got the answer then come to me now, pierce my guard and take my soul off If you know then show me the way out of this maze that is about to eat my senses I was so naive to gamble with hate and now I have lost everything to the tide. Rich... Continue Reading →

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Tale from hell

A long way down to the judgment day in the hell, Dark whispered to me; "Can you make amends for the sins you have made? your soul is vile , your heart is dead you led a life of lie in the dread you fed." then he chained me and tossed to a cell, deep... Continue Reading →

Amor Fati

Life is curiously peeking through its old ragged windows; sometimes she has an alluring smile whilst other times a grim frown. I have written a few articles, prose, essays, poems, etc. be it fictional or real, there is one thing common in all of them; emotions. Emotions that are cold as ice and emotions that... Continue Reading →

Paranoia

Day 50 and still during some cold nights, by the merciful grace of merciless fate or by the grotesque mishmash of my nexus of feelings, I traverse to that ethereal realm where my uncanny dreamy fiction got commenced. And when I’m there I still walk ahead and then sit upon that big rock and I... Continue Reading →

Start of a new page : A dream

So my redemption turned its page from darker, gloomier one to brighter one. So all the amends I made vowing to billions of stars never to repeat that fault, are finally being listened to. So in celebration of this greater good, greater achievement; strangers from many roofless towns are here, merchants of roadless cities are... Continue Reading →

Mistakes and Melancholy

Small or big, stupid or sensible – they ache right after the moment has passed, the spear of guilt then digs deep into our hearts and leaves an ugly scar there. If the scar is taken for granted then the cycle repeats itself again and again like a terrible holocaust. It’s funny and strange that... Continue Reading →

The oblivion

The spilled wine stained her dress like blood, the shallow love tainted my soul, so much of the futile wait ached my bone, and the memories they break my heart, Are we ever reaching ashore or we'll just run for horizons? His past was her holocaust the last of us will win so better run... Continue Reading →

Indeed, in Ancient Greece and Rome, philosophical inquiry was widely encouraged as a practical life skill. In modern society, the opposite seems to be true. Philosophical topics are rarely discussed in mainstream discourse – mind numbing headlines and celebrity gossip typically dominate all the news.

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