Category Archives: Unclassified
There’s an easel at the corner of the room with a prepared canvas ready to be stroked with colours defining that crucial moment of abruptness. A palette held by frail hands wanting to imagine a scenery that could swallow all … Continue reading
Taking a year off things would probably sketch out an entire coherent idea of what possibilities would turn into when you envisage them from a fixed position. A position that likely gives in to an amount of anxiety that overwhelms … Continue reading
Strut about under that fragile radar of yours, just to occupy the hollow that would haunt in the next couple of years, probably always, as I bet about for the puddles you splashed right onto an indignant soul.
Whatever the reason may be, the sounds, smells, and images of the world we encounter in novels evoke a sensation of authenticity we fail to find in life itself. But on the other hand, novels put nothing concrete in front … Continue reading
I like the silence. I like how it doesn’t ring out of sheer expectations. I like the fact that I get to experience the uneasiness of it all by having the audacity for a new transition. But mostly I like … Continue reading
I refuse to write in the name of depression. Yet, it defeats the purpose of my beliefs.
All I do is wait. Try to carry out whatever Allah SWT says my purpose in life is, but mostly all I do is wait. I’m just not as into this whole existing thing as I used to be.