Balderdash Thoughts, Medicine: Year 4

It’s just the strangest thing, I’ve seen your face somewhere…

I am tired to my bones running into the same kind of people every day and every night. Wherever I turn, I see the same faces, same pointless drivel flowing from their lips and it makes my stomach turn. I see them reading the same worthless books, quoting the same quotes, wearing the same expressions… Continue reading It’s just the strangest thing, I’ve seen your face somewhere…

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Balderdash Thoughts

It’s just one of those feelings I have..

I cannot put emotions into words until I don't feel them, I cannot smile when the happiness is shallow, tears don't fall unless pain penetrates and the turmoil doesn't shred till the soul is bared... ah.. not till the soul is bared You see me now, dressed in purple and black. Two very conflicting colours… Continue reading It’s just one of those feelings I have..

Incidents

In the corner, into night

(I found this in a lost folder in my computer, I guess I wrote at night after some party or wedding ceremony) There always are these eerie feelings. They have been there. And they shall remain And I sit here. Again. As the slightest of the prick finally blows me apart. Again. Been fighting all day.… Continue reading In the corner, into night

Balderdash Thoughts

It is just one of those thoughts I have

I can't come up with a story. I am far too drained and tired. Brain is cracking. Hands are limp. Not dead neither dying. State of pure tiredness. And will transform into the State of Nothingness soon. It's good. Helps body heal. Muscles readjust. Bones breathe I am not going to tell the story of how… Continue reading It is just one of those thoughts I have

Balderdash Thoughts

To the Thawing Wind

I am sitting near the balcony, my legs are dangling through the metal bars.. long they are and ridiculous I look. But there is no one to see.. Nobody to snigger and point. I am so nicely shielded, with the gusts of wind perfecting the situation. Now I can just sit here and think.. and… Continue reading To the Thawing Wind

Short Stories

The Courses of true love never did run smooth

And lonely as it is that loneliness  Will be more lonely ere it be less—  A blanker whiteness of benighted snow  With no expression, nothing to express. I sit and I sit. Too depraved, too emotionally and physically drained. I don't know how many have you reached or gone through this state. When you give up on… Continue reading The Courses of true love never did run smooth