Author Archives: Arun

Solitude is man’s best companion. It makes him strive to inspect life, understand, introspect and clinch at the slightest possibility of creating something new. The lonely are never in self-denial, they are constantly aware of their predicament. And this nightmare of ending up the same way… in seclusion and be forgotten soon after drives him into the madness of creation. To be remembered something by, something unique and something that would transcend him and his time long after he is gone – his masterpiece. He might even consider it a parting gift to humanity, an ingredient that pours in the absolute purity of his heart and soul into anything he creates, and often that creation is the hidden talent he had.

If you ask me, a man needs no more space than a table in the inconspicuous corner of the house or an abandoned attic to exercise his full potential.

A dream can only become real when it’s uninterrupted.

Man comprehends the value of something only twice – when he understands it the first time and when he loses it. Possession and familiarity are the nemeses of sustained romanticism.

In case you’re wondering, you muted me.

Sometimes I pause and introspect, and I feel safe to find the romantic unremarkable school boy inside. Time has sophisticated my thoughts. But I still drive around an old scooter in plain clothes and sandals, ride a crowded public bus without a second thought, vanish within the daily humdrum life. It’s this deceptive simplicity to the extent of being considered as naive that makes me so unique.

The only memories are the moments you are near me… the rest are a monotonous effort to distract myself knowing you are not around.

I will always hide my despair and fight the demons alone. However, in my moments of success and jubilation it’s your small hands I like to hold the most.

Only if you knew how it hurts to look away every time we cross paths. I don’t care about small talk anymore. It’s all or none. Tried to take a closer look at the heart tonight and all I could see were tourniquets. And again, I looked away; continued my journey through the dark, towards nothingness.

The secret to happiness is to spot the sources of joy in life – people who care for you, creative satisfaction and appreciation for the beauty and diversity of life itself. Soon you will realise that the best things in life outnumber the unpleasant anomalies.

It’s not about who you are or where you are from, it’s about who you finally become.

It’s impossible to guess my limits. I’ve purged and re-programmed a new me so many times.