Category Archives: scribbles

If you have a heart of gold everyone will scratch it till there’s nothing left to beat for.

To every wife the most convenient super-villain around is the husband.

The enlightened erases the past, ignores the present, tiptoes through the future.

The wish to find moments of peace in a quiet ghat of The Ganges appear closer now.

It’s dangerous to argue with one on the rules he only knows to follow but not to question.

Lost myself in the narrow track between paddy fields that meets the horizon… kept walking barefoot through the lush green to meet the azure vault of the sky. Colourful journey. When I reached the only hue left was the monotone black of the evening.

I’m too far… but am I too lost?

Man only owns hope and pain. Everything else is a material/abstract “isomorph”.

I stalk the melody of her anklet, dive into her abyssal eyes and drown in my insignificance.

Women should have admirers. Men, fantasies.