[16] The Incoherence of Thought

[16] The Incoherence of Thought

She writes an epic to me venting her ordeals Against me I stay shut, unaware of my own blankness She says words, words that surround me Like a legion I explode into a flurry of shakes aware of my own madness She wants me to be naked In front of a mirror I hide my [...]

[10] A Restart

I am a film-maker. Currently, a short film-maker as my hands is tied to make a feature film. I have written a story for a short film and have failed tried to make it two times. I am restarting it. Doubt creeps into my mind and plays a game with under-confidence which is tied to [...]

[6] I don’t know.

How much do you believe your role model? How much do you believe the philosophers that walked on this planet? How much do you believe anyone who says anything? Every word I spew, write, slice, reflect, shoot on this page is a manifestation of the experience of my tiny existence. And our experience is limited? [...]

[5] Who am I?

[5] Who am I?

I am "....partly truth, partly fiction. A walking contradiction." It is difficult to know yourself, the real true self. If you shed your skin, underneath you'll find another layer and then another. How do you climb down to the deepest holes to find one's true self? First, there is a possibility that you will weep [...]