Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Importance. Of being myself.

I am the child. And the man.
I am the wise. And the fool.
I am the mature. And the immature.
I am the known. And the unknown.
In my efforts to love others around me, I forgot to love myself!!!

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Kerala. Damp. Humid. And unreceptive.

Back home in Kerala. Did they miss me in the last three years? Off course, they did. Why? No one has a clue.

Everyone is still the same as I left them three years ago. Stubborn. Unmoving. And harsh. What are the expectations? Again, no clue.

What have I gained over the years? When I haven't been able to convince my own loved ones, what's the use of having the world at my feet? No clue.

Life's is burning out. A stand hasn't been taken as yet. Bloody hell. But what's the worth of the empire that's been built on the dead bodies of your own blood? Any clue?