You Should Date An Illiterate Girl

July 30, 2013 § Leave a comment

Thought Catalog

Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into…

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Hollow Relation

July 27, 2013 § Leave a comment


via Hollow.

Its one of those moods.

Don’t mind.

I know you don’t want to hear about it.

But it’s been there on my mind.


I have been holding on,

afraid to lose something

that was never mine.

Walking on amidst the crowd,

losing my stride.

Finding myself in things,

with no feeling inside,

It’s time to leave you behind.

because there is nothing left to hide.

it’s clear. Very clear to me, how you keep your mind.


July 27, 2013 § Leave a comment


Salt-water lungs.

July 23, 2013 § Leave a comment

Tales of an unknown heart...

Sometimes breathing is
difficult when my lungs
are filled with salt water
and my mind is filled with

Well, Shouldn’t this emotion be so familiar?
I’m numb.
There’s a bizarre feel of loss,
Loss of something that wasn’t mine.
Loss of something I thought was mine.
I’m scared. Broken.
This unknown strange feeling has over powered all the happenings of the day

and has left me with nothing but tears..
Nothing but the same girl trying to get over the hard fact… Rejection.

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Running away from this thing called ‘love’.

July 23, 2013 § Leave a comment

Running away from this thing called ‘love’..


July 3, 2013 § Leave a comment

So you know at the day’s end

When the leaves cripple and the night begins.


When the sun goes down, the people come pouring in…

the lobbies, buses, cars and trains.

Everyone comes rushing out

Out, to go into their homes again.


At the day’s end, when life’s past.

Back at school as at the start.

Finding ourselves seated in closed rooms.

Cabinating lives, forgetful wives.

Eye to eye.

Bounded lives.


I ask to be aware of the day’s end

When the leaves cripple

and the night starts to begin.

Where Am I?

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