a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Whatever makes us think that there is possibly any such place where there is no gray. Although we attempt to increasingly live in colour, what we tend to forget is that the blacks and whites come together quite often to help us remember what reality is. There is no such person that will never let you down. No such thing that you will never tire of. No such place where … Continue reading “No such thing” →
I’ve been quite the fool And you’ve quietly let me I am lonely And you see me fight it alone I know you cause me pain And I should colour you black I try to wrench you open And every single time I fail I’ve no fight left in me But the eyes blazed with ambition and confidence I don’t know if you’ve even noticed at all That lately the … Continue reading “This is the thing” →
A lot has happened over the months. It is almost the end of October and I am overwhelmed by the fact that I have spent the past 6 months being employed and so far, been doing okay. The cliched ‘corporate’ was meant to be this big, bad world which was to remind you, visually, of Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’. So far, there have been bad days, days when I have wanted … Continue reading “Almost half a year in black and white” →