Regression: Chapter Eight
I live in isolation, because I’m too antisocial for the rest of people.
I recurrently dream of being kidnapped. Continue Reading
English
It ain’t whatcha write, It’s the way atcha write it.” – Jack Kerouac
Lost- poem
Lost you lost me, Continue Reading
The little fish-poem
That little fish jumped in the net Continue Reading
She’s dead- Poem
She is dead Continue Reading
Poem- Hopeless song
Come, sleep, and take me, I’m hopelessly calling, your arm is my only rest from sorrow. Come to my aid now, I’m useless, a nobody, an atom with no bond, just take me away…. To start again a new orphan… Continue Reading
Wine and dance- poem
I invite you for irreverent wine and sweet dance, Continue Reading
Regression- Chapter Seven
In contrast to the evolution of science, fiction has become less and less popular with time Continue Reading
Reality -poem
In full swing,
you come in Dharma… Continue Reading
All or nothing -Poem
We go for all or nothing,
since we know each other Continue Reading
Beasts of prey- Poem
I’m just a sheep disguised in wolf,
but I’ve learned the lupine ways, Continue Reading