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  • In Memory of T. S. Eliot

    Where does it end, this implacable thirst This heaviness of the heart This wailing That from the first Abides, side by side, with peace and rest?   A cycle, and an endless whirl That is, was, and will ever be Throwing up patterns on a great white wall Of light and shade and dappled ...

    Tags: Death Aging Significance Poem

  • Stars That Never Shone

    For some queer reason I have not been able to rest my eyelids today. For some reason the whiskey I used to bleach my veins with, to fill my heart with bliss till it reeked of numb ecstasy has not been able to achieve its daily feat.The fears that once clawed at my window panes, are laughing again...

    Tags: Incoherence Nights Drowning Thoughts Death Story

  • Living in Death...

    He felt lighter....a lot lighter than he'd ever known. The little bricks of helpless, despair, anger, emptiness, slowly started to crumble of to dust.He looked around...he was far..far away from this world. Invisible, like he always wanted...He couldn't be heard, seen, touched. He didn't have to ...

    Tags: Death Family Memories Story

  • Cosmic Waste:Two

                                                    TWO.         ...After 23 long years to dwelling amidst the 7 billion people that walked the ear...

    Tags: Destroying Death Empty Life

  • Something in the Way

    "Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws"- Jim Morrison   There are musicians,there are rockstars and there is Kurt Cobain.Since the day I've known him,I've loved him.It's an insane kind of love.Not that I want him to strip naked and ma...

    Tags: KurtCobain Nirvana Death Californication Depression

  • Running out of time.

    She was working hard at her study, and like any other human being, thought of taking a break. She got off her hard, cold, uncomfortable steel chair and walked to her living room. She switched on the air cooler and plopped on her soft and fluffy sofa in a way that resembled the motion of a sack of...

    Tags: Story Thoughts Identity Insanity Death Suicide

  • The City

    The City drifts like an insomniac over the flyover under the rail-bridge in the hiatus of the bazaar with a day's leftover rotting in it's belly.   In this City everything rots.   Fish scales. Pools of blood outside the butcher's. Vegetable peels, thongas of jhalmuri...

    Tags: Kolkata Poetry Decay Life Death

  • The Choice.

    Oh how she floated like a feather in the wind; elegant, full of grace. Her statuesque figure enthralled the 5000 seated in that majestic hall; the masterful ballerina held her audience captive with her charm and grace; her dexterous movement took them to another world. She was as happy as one cou...

    Tags: Story Death Dream Love

  • Story to Tell

    “You are like water” he said. “Touch disintegrates you. How did you become so?”   She looked at him with the ghost of smile in her eyes and said: “I have a story to tell, will you? It’ll take all of full-moon.”   He, eager to get insi...

    Tags: Memories Death Nostalgia

  • Is a mere technological tool becoming hazardous?

    We are living in an age of the all-pervasive selfie. It is the most commonly used method of self-expression in our society. We have the front camera, we have the selfie stick, and most of us also have that ‘selfie special’ corner in our homes where we look ‘selfie-perfect!&rsquo...

    Tags: Selfie Politics Narcissism Death