Creativity · My Pensieve

Awaiting Silence

Everyday, every moment, Drum beats of time Enter my soul Disturb my mind. Incessantly, Unendingly, Their throbs increase my heartbeat Until all I hear is the percussion Of blood Flowing in a mortal shell Which will crack open To reveal nothing But the goo Of flesh broken down By the constant thumping And pounding.

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She is gone.

There are painful memories not yet stored deep in the core. These memories are just beneath the crust of day-to-day existence. They are hot magma swirling around in the upper mantle, and occasionally, but with sufficient volcanic destruction, they bursts forth, rupturing the crusty mundane life of the everyday. Like now. Seeing a hypocritical message on Whatsass… Continue reading She is gone.

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How to Train Your Cinema Halls for 3D

Yesterday, I went to see “How to Train Your Dragon 2” – my fourth alone-movie-watching-experience. I went to what is considered a decent cinema hall – PVR Cinemas in Subhash Nagar. Firstly they bored us with many commercials and quite a few of them were even inappropriate for a children’s movie. I’m not a prude about… Continue reading How to Train Your Cinema Halls for 3D