Tuesday, January 27, 2015


It is difficult to define 'baggage' in human feelings terms. Maybe it's not so much difficult to 'define' but difficult to narrow down.
To most, baggage is the negative feelings or vibes you carry from previous romantic relationships to your life forward or to your next relationship(s). But why is it reduced to just romantic relationships I wonder?
Why not other form of relationships too? Friends for example and what they've done (or not done), can be baggage too. Friends probably matter more than a significant other does to some people. Friends can have a more damaging and more long lasting impact that a relationship might not.
Solution? Cut them loose. Break up. It stings and it's difficult but it's got to be done when there is no solution. Not everything works out - same applies to a friendship. You can try to keep it going but at some point you just realise it's not going to work out. You're putting in more effort in keeping it going than in enjoying it. So, leave. Let it go. Move on.

Monday, January 12, 2015


I like quotes. Sometimes more than stories or poems. Although one could argue that they can and do interject. Though for now, let's not go that way. A few quotes I just made up:
One is taught to go for the stars,
Go for the unimaginable,
Dream or aim big,
But life doesn't feel that way.
Some dreams,
Some stars,
Some targets,
Are impossible.
Bad experiences leave scars,
Scars leave a cynic.

Friday, June 28, 2013

Takeaways: Before Sunset

I was watching Before Sunset and I came across the following exchange which immediately struck a chord with me, my thought process and my life.

I mean, I always feel like a freak

because I'm never able to move on like...

...this! You know.

People just have an affaire, or

even... entire relationships...

They break up and they forget!

They move on like they would

have changed a brand of Cereals!

I feel I was never able to forget

anyone I've been with.

Because each person have...

you know,

specific qualities.

You can never replace anyone.

What is lost is lost.

Each relationship, when it ends,

really damages me.

I haven't fully recovered.

That's why I'm very careful with

getting involved, because...

It hurts too much!

Even getting laid!

I actually don't do that...

I will miss of the person

the most mundane things.

Like I'm obsessed with little things.

(Script source)

This immediately reminded of all of them. How there is one little thing that I remember about everyone. Be it positive or negative, something that I can associate with each one of them.

Worst was when X moved on "like changing a brand of cereal". 

Saturday, May 25, 2013



That was my first thought when I saw you enter the room wearing that elegant navy blue dress coming down to your knees and perfectly complementing your figure as everyone around tried to be downstairs in time for the party. Your brunette hair, done very neatly, flowed smoothly behind your back as you looked for your shoes in the messy and chaotic room. Your eyeliner perfect as always. You scrambled for more cosmetic products while I wondered if they were even necessary. It was probably the first time I had seen you in a dress and I wondered why you didn't wear it that often? While you always look pretty, it highlighted even more that night. It may have been due to the fact that I was a sucker for girls in dresses.

Worst part was I couldn't complement you. Why? To save myself the embarrassment and jokes later. To save myself from getting even more smitten than I already was. To save myself from getting into this mess even further. Mostly to save myself from you. It confused me why others didn't compliment you out loud. Were they bloody blind?

All characters appearing in the above work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

I tried my hand at creative writing after poetry. I clearly need practice.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

A new feeling

So much to say,
so little can be said.

So much to ask,
so little can be asked.

So much to know,
so little can be known.

So much to share,
so little can be shared.

Between here and there,
I don't know where I stand.

I know where you stand,
I know it's not with me.

A new feeling,
A feeling I've never had.

P.S. I am back with poetry. Obscure poetry I might add.

P.P.S. I am bad at poetry. This is a poor attempt I have to admit.

P.P.P.S. Does anyone even read this?