THE OBSCURITY OF EXISTENCE

Month: May, 2016

Constant

You exist,
Not in my thoughts,
But in the spaces that remain
Between the breaths.
Between the moments when you take a sigh of relief,
not between those conversations
but in the leftovers that corrupt my brain.

A reminiscent from the past: 21st

Two hearts,

Busy minds,

Nothing to talk about.

Waiting for the clocks to tick!

To hear the bells toll 12,

On this day,

They knew, for the rest of their time

That would be it;

With nothing new,

They decide to be there

For eachother

In the little windows they get from their life.

They decided to be each other’s

Divided attention.

Who Said That Love Was Fire?

Who said that love was fire?
I know that love is ash.
It is the thing which remains
When the fire is spent,
The holy essence of experience.

Note: This a beautiful poem by Patience Worth also known as Pearl Curran.Ā 

Week: 2, Location: Office

Have you ever written and rewritten and then rewritten something because you felt so drained and could not get anything that was satisfactory? Your juices do not flow and then you are so dried up that writing even a single sentence is a task that you would want to procrastinate.

Guess what?

This is one such post.

Productivity killed. Monotonous work life does that to people. šŸ˜›

Disclaimer: This post is only intended for fun and does not mean to harm the sentiments of any individual totally in awe of their work life. The author had a lousy day as her boss was stuck with work and she had nothing to do, because duh! Intern. She is just boggled by the creativity present in her surrounding because she is working at a place which is considered to be as the pool of creative people:Ā Advertisement Company. She just wants to look at the cute little office walls and frames and apparently she is not intrigued by Android Studio today. Good day, folks!Ā Ā 

Me

I am made of Madness,

Chaos flows through me