Impulse Imbalance.

Impulse Imbalance.

There’s a madness in the mind, the uproar that deafens the conscious thoughts. Sense, the essential ingredients keeping everything together collapses like the sand castle to the ocean waves. The dilemma that hangs around giving impressions of what to be and what not to be. The confusion that scrutinizes and questions the realms of the present; yesteryear and the unknown. What is this aberration of mind, the conscious living mechanism that ceases to comprehend! Chaos. The self infused fears, the mindless inquisitions, rising and falling…

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Chaotic Scrutiny

Chaotic Scrutiny

Thoughts, a maligned interpretations of seen and unseen; scrambled over logic, sense and elusive reality. What is it called, the thoughts that haunt the living daylights, night has never been an exception? What is it that feeds the monotony of the monogamous mind constantly divulging into opinions and conclusions? Is it the dilemma, is it the fear, is it the anticipation, or is it the justification that gives us the assurance that what we did is just right. But was…

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The Theory of Nothing.

The Theory of Nothing.

“There’s a beauty in the art of doing nothing. It’s not as easy as it looks. ”

I know because I have been there. I am still there. And all we need a little bit of dedication in the form of unlimited internet and a bit of procrastination. But bit, I mean a huge chunk of it, like tons and tons of it, if it is measured in such metrics.

And according to me, the state when words just fade away before one could even complete, when everything just looks in the shade of black and white and there is no effort to understand the many colors, present and glowing vibrantly but still neglected – “The Theory of Nothing”.

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Fragile Lives.

Fragile Lives.

It was a weekend and he was excited. The college has been hectic that week with new assignments and projects and presentations and whatnot? But who cared? He didn’t. He stayed at hostel and a two day off was all everyone wanted, craved. He made a plan to go out into the city, explore a little and while at it, pamper himself with some great food at the new place that everyone was talking about.  The hostel food had killed his organs inside out….

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Stranger than fiction.

Stranger than fiction.

The blinking cursor gave way to thoughts in crumbled pages scattered all over the mind. An emotion that was left hanging, a feeling that was never allowed to be felt, an inhibition that was too deep to be shared, a secret too dark to be told, mindless thoughts that rampaged the pleasant streets of the inhabited complicated mind, the unsaid words locked up deep under, stories that was too scarred to be narrated. Amidst all this chaos, it blinked. The…

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