Fables and Stuff

This hot,red, searing surge of blood that you feel coursing through you, that makes you want to crush everything and everyone who makes you feel anything less than what you are , every ounce of effort made to mold you into the way they want, to crush you spirit - remember it. This is real. This is not some lame figment of your imagination or a creation of your insecurities. This is as real as the hidden lambastes that show up when you make a comment on something and give your advice based on your experiences, which are utterly baffling and completely bullshit, because it was yours. This is not just family. This is every other person in this world.Their hypocrisies, contradictions, and absolute rigidness in their determination to make you follow every rule they have laid down and worship it with reverence.Do not forget this feeling.I know what comes next, after this burning anger - guilt. I know you.You will feel guilty for feeling angry , because that is how childlike your soul stil...

It doesn’t  matter what you think of me , I do not ride a black horse and go around the world with the purpose of taking someone’s life and inflicting extreme pain that comes along with complex human emotions that are way too   difficult for me to navigate through and pin down into the very first paragraph. It is the only way to maintain balance in this humongous and chaotic universe.More often than not, I feel that the person who’s soul I’ll be taking   does not deserve such an end , but my job description didn’t exactly have inquisitive as the prime quality required. In case you didn’t already guess, I am death.Most of my time is spent giving orders to grim reapers and delegating work among them, but since I personally don’t have to make the rounds of collecting souls. I have a lot of free time but no one to share it with.It is due to this predicament of my life that I have long since taken an interest in watching human lives because that is the most entertaini...

Looking at past love through filtered comfort of lit-up screens, She can cry,weep,smile,touch the words and let everything be washed over once again, Promises,hearts,kisses-so insinuating,fragile,broken in time,revered, loved him with dandelions swaying in the breeze, summer breeze,morning dew,ocean waves. Meant everything,meant the world then. She lies in the arms of a new boy now, Promises,kisses in-between the sheets,comfort of warm coffee,rain and his arms. loves him with fierce certainty and heat that lava carries when it bleeds from abyss onto the surface. Means everything,means the world now. Once she loved and promised her heart, she loves again ,her heart  promised again. Treading quietly to evade heartbreak because now a pain of a lifetime is at stake. If she can withstand one scar,she can millions. But will this be just a scar,or a tear in her soul? A lump,or a cancerous end? A tremor,or the ground shattering her faith into broken glass? ...

Let me tell you right here that this post will NOT give you an idea about how to go about being a decisive meticulous perfectionist, because the person writing this (a.k.a me) has difficulty in choosing between two t shirts that are same in every way. This is the threshold that I'm standing on right now, and the amount of pressure and criticism that I give myself over deciding on a career, a direction , and a plan is far more humongous than anyone else can put on me. It's not just me (which is a relief,if you ask me). Adulthood takes a huge bite out of everyone. The ones who have a plan, or are willing to take a lot of  risks definitely make it in the end. It's no rocket science. No Ted talks are needed to decrypt the secret of success. All the books and motivational talks have been looking and thinking inside and outside of the box, but there is no box at all. Yep. No box here,fellas. It is a table.A gambling table,with you at one end and the universe at the ...

I have always wondered what entails in being me,myself,or what should I aspire for? Does being brave and strong allow me to break down when life is just too much;does selflessness include self preservation and sometimes thinking about what is best for you;can being polite and kind allow a person to be violent or offensive to seek justice,or simply because their heart desires so? How can a human ever be conformed to a single idea or word? We are the most complex creatures to ever walk on the planet, and not due to our biological composition or anything(in my opinion,cats are the most complicated gods,but that is a debate for some other time,and you are not free to disagree.Period) but because of how deeply we think or feel something. The question that pokes my deranged mind is this - How am I supposed to aspire to be something when all of the adjectives are subjective and feel so right in different scenarios?I can't be one thing at one moment and then simply revert back to i...

We always hear that there are two kinds of people in this world - the realists and the dreamers , self made billionaires and privileged jerks , heavy metal and pop lovers , morning people and those who want to shoot them , the ones who cut their sandwich horizontally and those who prefer the diagonal cut , those who have a Netflix account and those who worship torrent , those who use bookmarks and monsters, the bad ass brave and the coward.  What if you are neither? What if your soul just feels so out of place , no matter how many experiences, hardships , failures , heartbreaks, success stories or older you get , it just never gets figured out . It might seem like the cliche` problem of the millennial , but let me assure you , those who aren't conformed to a type aren't just trying to figure out adulthood like every other human( and failing). An atypical soul is just wondering about which world in the multitude of universes inside them suits them the best. They are ...