Bed sheet and nooses
Not snooze no muse but poetry of bed sheet tangled wet with sweat. I’m mangled waylaid by the thoughts of nooses, snakes of fate and us. I’m yet awake no […]
Not snooze no muse but poetry of bed sheet tangled wet with sweat. I’m mangled waylaid by the thoughts of nooses, snakes of fate and us. I’m yet awake no […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff