Themes of my life

Filed under Personal on December 1st, 2008

I like to believe that my writings are a reflection of my own personality, my own interests and indifferences, the political and social stances that I take in life, and the problems I was dealing with at the time of writing. I don’t consider it a surprise that I myself was going through a lonely [...]

If I were happy, what wouldn’t I do?

Filed under Personal on October 12th, 2008

If I were happy, the day would turn to night, water would instantly vaporise, beautiful vibrant colours would turn to depressing monochrome, and eventually, the universe would implode. But maybe, on that one day, in that one moment of pure happiness, I could achieve everything I have always wanted to achieve. Perhaps I could finally [...]

“I Do, You Do Not”

Filed under Poetry on October 10th, 2008

I love you, — Even though you do not love me. I would catch a bullet for you, — Even though you would not. I will change who I am for you, — Even though you will not. I adore the way you are, — Even though you do not. I will always love you, [...]

“Aleksandr”

Filed under Short story on October 1st, 2008

As every night, he firmly closed the door behind him. The darkness of the corridor had frustrated him in the beginning, but now that he had gotten used to it, the void became one of his pleasures. Blindly wondering through the hallway, touching the walls, the furniture, the ends and beginnings of doors, he maneuvered [...]

The Tables for One

Filed under Personal on September 21st, 2008

When you look at your love life, do you ever regret being too restrictive and/or careful with your emotions in the past and now? There is something very sane about keeping your feelings somewhat protected, especially when you feel the possibility of an emotional failure coming. But on the other hand, preventing yourself from having [...]

Without someone to kiss for the longest of moments

Filed under Personal on August 18th, 2008

I wrote a story once about how loneliness isn’t something to be afraid of. At the age of nine, I was already accepting the fact of life that feelings of being alone will come and go, and that to be afraid of it is to be afraid of Hell — an irrational feeling, which has [...]