An Excursion Through The Mind
Snippets of poetry and prose
Seadregor Mageblood
Mar 23rd
Seadregor Mageblood. The name drew puzzled expressions from strangers everywhere he travelled. Yet his face remained impassive never betraying any emotions. The cold calculating stare he perpetually maintained caused even the most inquisitive to swallow any words they might have directed towards him. A cold winter morning found Seadregor walking on the cool sand, the
Darkness before Light
Jan 30th
A boy with a parrot on his shoulder was walking along the railway tracks. Before he found himself in this strange place he had begun his day as any other waking up to the sound of his parrot squawking in his ear. After completing the usual getting out of bed formalities he set off with
Doors
Sep 10th
It was a strange world she was in. A world imbued with the strangest hues and flora of the strangest design. Yet there was a strange sense of familiarity about it. The tree under which she sat and pondered about this world’s intricacies was short and stout. It had the most slender of branches, branches
Just another day on the road
Oct 3rd
It was too late. He never saw it coming. All he could do now was brace for impact. He loosened his elbows and straightened his back instinctively. All the ensuing chaos around him slipped out of his focus, all thoughts focused on one thing alone; emerging unscathed from the crisis looming before him. And then
The World of My Dreams
Apr 26th
Mere moments have passed after I have shut my eyes, All earthly occurrences stop registering in my mind, Into a tranquil unknown land I gradually drift away, An alien land I see, yet an inexplicable thrill seizes me, Upright I find myself, gazing in wonderment all around, At the edge of a precipice I stand
Traffic Signal : Pune Edition
Apr 5th
Sometime back a movie by the name Traffic Signal by Madhur Bhandarkar happened to catch my interest. Reason being I feel very deeply about traffic signals. Though I never got around to actually watching the said movie , from what I heard the movie for the most part was a critical and commercial failure. Clearly Mr
The Little Child
Sep 16th
Everything had gone wrong on that bright sunny day, I felt like the sky had come tumbling down on my head, All my hope had diminished like a leaf consumed by fire, A fire that never receded, but continued forever My worst memories kept coming back into my mind, Like a swarm of flies feeding
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