Category Archives: Writings

My own writings

A dream not lived

The dream lies heavy on my eyes Your touch so real, searing through. Thousands of miles away are the sighs Yet, here, now, I’ve held you. Send me a song tonight, send me a look, Your lips touched my soul,

A dream not lived

The dream lies heavy on my eyes Your touch so real, searing through. Thousands of miles away are the sighs Yet, here, now, I’ve held you. Send me a song tonight, send me a look, Your lips touched my soul,

The sum of all my fears

The darkness creeps and the vision slips Nightmares are etched in my scarlet sleep Four in the morning and I am out somewhere Reaching for a smoke lest for once, I weep. Silently, very silently love I am breaking. I

The sum of all my fears

The darkness creeps and the vision slips Nightmares are etched in my scarlet sleep Four in the morning and I am out somewhere Reaching for a smoke lest for once, I weep. Silently, very silently love I am breaking. I

If I hear “how are you feeling?” one more time….

I am possibly going to blow a fuse and start a long rant somewhere along the lines of “I haven’t sat in the last five months without feeling some pain in my bum and a lot of pain in my

If I hear “how are you feeling?” one more time….

I am possibly going to blow a fuse and start a long rant somewhere along the lines of “I haven’t sat in the last five months without feeling some pain in my bum and a lot of pain in my

Six years, two people and twelve houses: A moving story: Part two

[Contd from Part One] Year 2008; House 5 So, by 2008, I had settled happily in XX8 Holler House and for the first time, I was feeling really at home.  Oh, the naiveté of my yesteryears! I sincerely believed that

Six years, two people and twelve houses: A moving story: Part two

[Contd from Part One] Year 2008; House 5 So, by 2008, I had settled happily in XX8 Holler House and for the first time, I was feeling really at home.  Oh, the naiveté of my yesteryears! I sincerely believed that

Six years, two people and twelve houses: A moving story : Part one

This is a multi-part story of the more than one, in fact more- than -I- care- to-admit number of moves I have been subject to, while my stay in this town for my PhD. Why did I need to write

Six years, two people and twelve houses: A moving story : Part one

This is a multi-part story of the more than one, in fact more- than -I- care- to-admit number of moves I have been subject to, while my stay in this town for my PhD. Why did I need to write

In the middle of the week at work..

I had a really bad morning today at work. I am not sure where I am going to end up after January, when funding on the project I am on runs out, my paper is still not accepted for publication,

In the middle of the week at work..

I had a really bad morning today at work. I am not sure where I am going to end up after January, when funding on the project I am on runs out, my paper is still not accepted for publication,

Discovery

There’s a pool in me, you know. An endless, bottomless affair of bright blue darkness An orb that sometimes Extends tendrils of its depth Opens me up as wide as a torn womb Makes me reveal my rawness All its

Discovery

There’s a pool in me, you know. An endless, bottomless affair of bright blue darkness An orb that sometimes Extends tendrils of its depth Opens me up as wide as a torn womb Makes me reveal my rawness All its