Fever Dream

The people never give up their liberties but under some delusion.Speech at County Meeting of Bucks, 1784 It doesn’t rain here, it pours the sky basks in limitless red assembling each night beyond the sound of deafening birds. Every day, a gulp remains in my throat, that you’re not here and I could not take …

Letter to Myself

Dear Friend, All deaths seem unfortunate, even the one’s that are well needed or that are unwilling to pass on. It may be needed if torment is all you ever felt or were kept from a liberty that you longed for so much, begged for. It is a disguise often told that some things are …

Log March 31st— Sunday

Yesterdays’s sky was the most blue. It was a perfect Sunday. However, I had to leave to meet a friend, Faiz. I met him before I left for Delhi; there was never a right time to meet him after I came back. I have been going to college for three weeks now and I’m already …

Log: June 22

Who is the third that walks always besides you? —T.S Eliot The average attention span of a human in 2013 was eight seconds, a second less than a gold-fish and I can see how that is right. However, I’m not sure if that is all there is to it, for someone who is suffering from …

A Habit of Loneliness over Early Hours

We’re all loveless and you’re not insomniac, You’re just used to sleeping late. You’re just sleep deprived and crying under your rugged quilt because of the brightness of your blatant loneliness. Your sleep cycle is terrible. You’re like a window that has on it’s edge a bunch of sunglasses but no sun shining at all, …