Balderdash Thoughts, Medicine: Year 4

Que sera sera..

Sometimes I feel I am way too old to be whining about friends. The moment I start my brain back-flips as the same thoughts hit me and it feels so tiring to go round and round the same circle. I literally feel a bolus of vomit stuck in my gut and one in my head.… Continue reading Que sera sera..

Few words to say

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

It runs through my veins like blazing molten lava. I can feel it coursing through my vessels and burning my fingertips. I can feel it melt my bones and disconnect the tendons, with muscles snapping like rubber bands. It feels so real, and it has the power to reduce me to the shadow of the… Continue reading Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

Short Stories

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it

It is a strange day. It is a stranger me. The thoughts, the feelings the perceptions are all new.. And all so strange. I lie here, oh yes I do. On a soft bed under a soft quilt. Head resting on a soft pillow. Every part of my body pains. There are places of unknown… Continue reading A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it

Balderdash Thoughts

Definition of Balderdash, At your service

Oh I've got nothing to say Nothing at all Then why am I typing.. Nobody out there is waiting to read the crap I put here Yes. I am disgruntled because I am helpless. Annoyed because I am disappointed. Irritated because I have nothing to say. Nothing to do. I should rename the blog from… Continue reading Definition of Balderdash, At your service

Balderdash Thoughts

I’m not crazy, my reality is just different than yours

It's the stupid feeling when you look at yourself and feel that how stupid you are being, how melodramatic and so absolutely obvious. I am saying this because I am feeling optimistic, I am saying this because I just rinsed my face with ice-cold water and feel new. I am saying this because I know… Continue reading I’m not crazy, my reality is just different than yours

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