When can You Touch Her?

Unless… Unless You can stand there in the corner unable to move cause You are stoned in awe of what You see in front. The naked soul of the woman infront of You. The admiration dripping off Your bright eyes… The brightness filling You inside. Unless…every inch of You craves for that, there, bare! Each […]

#III Shades at work.

Continued from # II After the broken Mug “I wanted the whole world or nothing.” — Charles Bukowski From Post Office We started working upon the project, fought almost every day. And although we remained together almost the whole day, all we discussed was work. Whatever happened to that flirty-fun-darling self. No…. no.. am not saying […]

Aspire to be:

If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one […]

#II After the broken mug

Continued after “The Coffee Mug” If I was ice he was water…could change to whatever shape and color of the vessel he was kept in, had this brilliant character of losing himself in the crowd and still managing a high. I always noticed his eyes particularly, he had hungry, wise deep eyes. That was one […]

#I The coffee Mug

So it wasn’t even mine. That is what was bothering me so much. It was pitch black and I should have seen it. But I didn’t. I was way too excited to acknowledge a coffee mug! I was distracted. Guilty. But I had a reason to be. I finally had been switched off the project […]