The Wizard As a Professional

As a content writer, my job gives me a sense of purpose.
Writing on different topics within a certain time limit has regulated my directionless, indisciplined, wanton, and wayward life. My colleagues are more than colleagues. My seniors are not just my seniors. They have become an integral part of my life. My job has infused a melancholic rhythm, that with its consistent humming does not make life dragging a bore, but rather happy and serene. Just like a peaceful chant...

Moved by Fancies Curled Around These Images

Tears are suddenly dripping down, falling off my eyes like dead stars.

Those precious memories have fallen off my mobile phone calendar, leaving behind blank white squares of death! And, I struggle every night to fill up those flaking, gaping emptiness.

Phone number has been deleted... and I desperately try to recall the lost numbers. But I fail... hell... miserably!

Hate Me Please!

Oh that's a sin...

Now, that's how i win!


I beat you hollow,

But, feeling hollow within...

Wizard is Down! I Repeat, Wizard is...

Death! It's all around us... still we try to live. But, i'm getting addicted to the thought - I don't exist! Another attempt? Another chance to get rid of pains? My negative thoughts are getting immensely popular!