Life
is it you?
What is Deefak....hes exactly what his name sounds phonetically..Dee FUCK...he is what most of us are..the fucked ones and I dont mean it literally I mean it abusively. Our everyday problems have made us the butt of our own jokes, we dont need any other person to tell...
back to blogging 🙂
Its been a long long time...that I blogged or rather wrote anything....barring emails and excel sheets...well what has changed in these past two years (yes its been two whole years that I blogged)? I have got married have a full fledged job unlike the previous out of...
The Armchair Intellectual
Sitting in my comfortable chair.. my mind feels very uncomfortable. my limbs are not working and my hands are lying limp.. he thinks he has the right to move himself.. as if he is apologizing for the procrastination of my limbs. He begins to search for an object which...
It wasn’t me
I don't want to do this, but it seems you have left me with no choice. The times have changed and so have you but the one thing who didn't was me. Yes I call myself a thing. I am a thing. You don't think I have emotions and neither do I. How else can we explain my...
Strangely I still puff my dope with hope!
I know I must get up. I know I must rise. I know I must face the little white object on the sheet. I know I have to read, the little black printed words, telling me others have not had a good night. I don't like it. I hate myself for being happy. I hate the fact that...