From The Bard's Pen

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and
admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet,
to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me—
nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

- Hamlet

Sunday, June 6, 2010


Don’t give me a list of possibilities and probabilities

I don’t need “if only’s” and “what if’s”

Chipping away at this wall-

That I have created around my heart…

Brick by brick

I have created this shield

Leaving no vents for friends or foes…

I’m sick of friends

Who chip away at these walls



Like termites

Pest like they put up signboards

Signifying occupancy

And ruin my digestion

I still don’t know how to categorize you

Don’t know if I love you or hate you more…

I should learn the art of staying aloof

Of saying no to friend requests sent by strangers

And ignore matchmaking attempts…

Don’t give me the silver linings

They don’t work anyway

Just let me go and mingle with the black clouds

... My namesake.