Now That Time Has a Price Tag

In the old days when people weren’t quite people yet and there was al little bit of time left, vines and clouds talked to each other like old pals. And they danced to the the rhythm of the air that went back and forth from heaven to earth. That was a simpler age and they…

The Old Gods, The Hyena, and The Fallen Hero

Sometimes I feel down all of a sudden. My fingers carry the weight of life, and I can’t lift them. It’s like a cloud with the wrath of old gods is holding me down.It’s like a hyena with the hunger of a predator is holding me down.It’s like a mountain with the vengeance of a…

A Momentary Lapse in Time

Things in life sometimes unfold because there was a momentary lapse in time. The creation of it all too maybe was just a momentary lapse. There was no trial run for time, it just all came to being and spiraled out of all sorted plans because of a lapse. The cosmic consciousness wanted to try…

The Necessary Ghosts

I want to have a pet wild goose. I understand it’s a contradictory idea, what is a pet cannot be wild, and what is wild can never be a pet. But as I am going along with this life, I am becoming more prone to ideas like that. Ideas that in and of itself hold…

I Am.

The dream is that when I’ll get older I will have these wonderful perspectives. That I’ll be able to sort it out. No I am not expecting that I’ll be devoid of confusion, what’s the fun in that, it sounds awfully dull, don’t you think? Certainty scares me, the astonishingly assured kind of certainty that…

This Too Shall Pass

The last year was not good. But now that I think about all that, I can see “the not good” part was bubbling beneath for a looong time. But only when it exploded on my face that I had no choice but to accept it. No choice but to accept it. Accepting is hard. It’s…

Moon, Mon Amour.

There are too much things to feel, too much things to think in this time that I am living in. Maybe that’s why some choose not to think at all, they perceive that the bulk of things floating around can overwhelm them, so they shut the windows completely, or they get a glimpse and a…

The Medicinal Value of Melancholy

This is where the world slows down, and reverses back the eternal hurry that’s been invented in this post post-modernist time, where the sound of cities become whispered secrets. This is where the details of things come to life. Sadness is a downpour, while melancholy, can be anything. In melancholy the possibilities are endless. Sadness…

Tales of Tiny Train Stations

Traveling long distance, when the train goes on incessantly like a good monsoon rain, I feel a beauty growing inside me. A peace falls on the lands it crosses, the moving pictures outside—bioscope. Glimpses of life and lands, of which I only can know so much. This tiny little country holds so many people! You…

Primitive Malady

Madness in people remind them of the uncivilized unclipped souls they left behind in caves deep into the forests. Forests where leaves grow unruly and misbehaved.Caves where paints grow from cherry vines and ginger flowers.Souls where dreams grow as deities, and love grows as a strike against the survival of the fittest.