Random Musings Of An Insomniac 53

And we are all busy chasing moons,

when we are meant to be stars inside.


Random Musings Of An Insomniac 51

Be a lantern for others they say;
not realising that you would have to burn yourself away.
And perhaps that is why the happiest people are often the saddest in life.
They are so busy emitting light;
no one notices them fading away to ashes inside.

Random Musings Of An Insomniac 50

On some days no matter how much you try, your glasses don’t get clean. Water, lens cleaner, sanitizer, all fail in front of that stubborn stain that just won’t fade. In the end, tired and distressed you give up and wear your glasses as they are. The persistent stain annoys and distresses the whole day; obscuring your vision, an eyesore to an otherwise impeccable view.

In the same way life gives us the choice to be the light in someone else’s vision or be the stain that at times even forever obscures their view. May we never become that stain in someone else’s life and may our vision always be embraced with clarity.


Promises that were never made;
are meant to hurt more.
They leave no right to question;
no feelings to explore.
When I look in the mirror;
a statue stares at my soul.
At least you don’t have to move on;
at least you were adored.
Isn’t it always harder;
for the one left at an open door?
They can choose to neither enter,
nor leave on their own.
Their hearts like a pendulum;
Swinging, pausing, swinging, worn out to the core.
A flutter in your existence;
a tornado to their soul.
And promises that were never made,
are more cruel to the soul.
They make you care, they make you notice;
their nonchalance harder to ignore.
Emptiness swallowing emptiness;
swirling like a black hole.
An existence that becomes so hollow, a shell with no soul;
A shell that keeps suffocating, condensing, till it exists no more.