Slumber in the woods

Sometimes in life, you peek into a forest
And find out about the absence

Of manicured conversations, against

A sense of rudimentary—primordial

 And speechless nature

Of woods, paralytic in their growth

Of savage shrubs 

and all aloof, Off the trail

An orchid under a frozen lake.

I step-step

It thaws and derives me

From my parched roots—

I am growing away from the blood-raided corporate altars,

Changing the way I think

When a lily drops upon my navel—

 in her modest sorrow,

She takes away my hunger,

Of people and poetry.


Into a pitch-black pool without my spectacles, I fall

I rest

I sleep. 


After sunset


A car that would remind you of its colour

Just by its

Sneaking into the night

Into which, people actually switch off their Tvs

Before they try to escape into the gaps

Found between the plump old cushions

Of a couch that will hug you better than a bed

Usually peach (by the effort).

It sounds as if an ever-sleeping road

Would wipe off its lingering drool

And would dive back again in the man-territory

Exhaling a deep long excruciating sigh

–This sound is the—

Car that reminds us of its colour

Smoothly passing by.

My left foot is then suddenly aware

It twitches at the vibration of this fire-less exhale

And I think I am falling for the ninth time in the night

From a trolley car girdling down a

Roller coaster,

Whose driver unfortunately slept on


Photo credits:

The After-Midnight Conflicts.

Can you imagine being terrorized by the idea of being productive and profitable for the human race under the bower of dead silence, which is usually felt around 2 a.m.(s).

Well, welcome to my life.

Fact: Humans are more productive at night.


Not reproductive. Jeez. Calm yourself.

Now basically, you’ll be reading these excellent poetic essays and maybe political debates. But I am here to offer you none (in this post). And I will only talk about some random shit that people think around 2 a.m. (It is 2 a.m. in here)

So here is my crazy to do list which I suffer every night and which I forget to do the very next day. Plus some Random thought sessions that I undergo.

1. Karaoke

2. Attending an inactive twitter account in order to  reply-stalk  a favorite celebrity.

3. Going over the most embarrassing stuff , I’ve ever done in my life


4. Thinking about my next blog post.

5. How did dinosaurs go extinct? 

6. Philosophically going through my own redundancy and vain-ness.

7. Practicing British accent.

8. Musing about the bland social life.


10. Wishing that my favorite celebrity would marry the other favorite celebrity.


12. Sudden wave of all the horror movies that I have made fun off, all my life.

13. Trying Lucid Dreaming

14. Trying to predict the plot for the next episode in my favorite series.

15. Wondering if , Osama bin Laden is still alive.

16. And lastly, coming towards the art of arguing with one’s own self. ( I think I need a cat.)

GREAT! Now I’ll think about this post while I’ll try to sleep.



Its a loop…

I’ll think about thinking about this post…

And then I’ll think about thinking about this post while I think about this post and then I’ll…