Writing is Masochism

Writing for pleasure is code for, I’m into masochism. There is a lot of joy and happiness when you see a finished piece is a big fat lie. An orgasm lasts longer than that fleeting moment of joy. I’m proud of my work that has been published, but I always want to do better, or […]

I wonder

I wanted to write poems about her. I wanted to describe how she was like a rajnigandha flower, mellow yet intense. Her beauty was sublime, and when she smiled, she always held back. I wanted to describe her long beautiful hair, the dramatic turns, head nods, eye rolls, and expressions. But I can’t write poems about anymore […]

Rant ∞

WTF. I just wanted to start with that and I’ve probably done it before, mostly not. I can’t possibly imagine myself doing anything in life at this point. I feel superbly useless, like a failure, waste of space, time and continuum. It’s all because I’m doing really badly in class at the University. I don’t […]

Losing it

“I wouldn’t be surprised, In the middle of the night, to Find Vinay watching me in my room. I’d just say “Go home Vinay, it’s creepy.”” And she laughed loudly at me, then repeated it To everyone around me. We are… were friends, I tried many times to be Friendly, And not creepy. “You’re so […]