mr-inconsequential

[mr-inconsequential]

The Case of a dying detective.

It's getting worse.

The days seem to get brighter.

I smile a little bit more than I have in past few days.

But still I can feel it being flawed somewhere inside.

I have successfully distracted myself.

But the case remains unsolved.

There are more cigarettes between my lips than before.

There are mysteries dying with time.

There is a little more death in me than before.

But I have learnt to hide it better.

[mr-inconsequential]

A Door to Nowhere.

I arrive finally to the final chain of thoughts

I found you.

A door unhinged.

Unbounded.

You cage nothing. You are uncaged.

Opening for the world to itself.

I am unknown to what's behind you.

Scared to see.

I was an explorer, opening doors to different world.

But.

As life strips me naked, as it does to many.

Unbiased.

I am become a wanderer. Lost in thoughts of obsolete.

I find you.

A door to somewhere. Probably nowhere.

You lie there. watching the souls lost.

Hearing the abhorant music of the thump thump thumping feets passing by.

And you witness the world turn into nothing. One day at a time.

You are a stripper of reality. Aren't You? Enjoying the dance of life. as we strip down to go across.

one day i will open you. explore what's on other side. all ready to be naked.

But not today. Because Today I am, but a kite for a soul.

Seeking ephemeral chains of thoughts. Dragged by the wind of life.

To obscurity. Becoming uncommonly common.

Becoming human.

[mr-inconsequential]

How the intricacy of life drives love apart, A maniacal tragedy it becomes and drowns us in goo of regrets, what could have been memories have become a level of nightmares in elm street.

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

[mr-inconsequential]

Yesterday when someone I met for first time, asked me what my hobbies are, finally was able to say,

"oh I used to write"

"oh I used to sketch"

It's not that I didn't know that, I just was not ready to accept and here I am, a photographer which has lost its ability to take photos or even find the right frame

A Sketch artist whose mind explodes with every stroke he tries to imprint on that paper.

And now a writer who used to have so much music in himself and that infinite urge to describe the beauty of existence, of life and death.

A Writer who cannot write.

The music is dead.

And the urges, they are, I don't know, just a state of unalive

[mr-inconsequential]

what if you had an evil version of yourself named potassium dog

*terrified hissing*

[mr-inconsequential]

Oh Tom! I like it when you sip me dry, the very first thing in the morning!

[mr-inconsequential]

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.

- Oscar Wilde

[mr-inconsequential]

Aaahh crows are my second favourite in fauna after reading this post!

[mr-inconsequential]

Sir here is your order of 2 babies!(probably fried)

[mr-inconsequential]

And the scent of your beauty will be the essence of my church...

a prayer

Les Félins (René Clément), Days of Being Wild (Wong Kar Wai), Malcolm T. Liepke, Gustav Vigeland (Eros and Psyche), Stephan Sinding (Adoration), Soul Eom (kiss, hug and die)

[mr-inconsequential]

It's raining/and it's youth of the night/cold breeze at war with my skin/and with all its slashes/I question my rusting blood/ and to echoes of high pitched silence/I surrender again.

- Mr Inconsequential

[mr-inconsequential]

Can we float through the winds in the cold sky, watching those thousand breathing suns?

[mr-inconsequential]

How does it feel?/ To be this stuck/ stuck in life / stuck in mind/ slowly melting away/ away in the fizzing darkness/ become one/ like you were never really there/ Do you feel more alive?/ Are you dying?/ Or Have you been dead for long time/ and just don't know it yet?

-Mr Inconsequential