• The Abyss of St. Fallen

    St. Fallen is a 20 year old male humanoid, no more or less human than anyone else. The blog is simply a gallery into his thoughts and actions, and anyone is welcome to voice their opinion. Freedom of expression is mandatory.

hubris

Hubris

A mound of sticks, stones and earthly matter, Surrounding you, a breath of hubris, so pungent – inflammable. Down to earth you have never been, you never willed. You were no sanyasi. You were thrown in to the sea.  

annasi and kadalagotu poetry pilau

Annasi & Kadalagotu Poetry Pilau

This month we will be having yet another poetry jam, the same open-mic sort of thing. Anyone is welcome to bring their own words, their voices, guitars, harmonicas or even a book to read from. My work has opened up a lot of opportunities for me, and one of them has resulted in this event … Read more

Teriyaki Beef Meets Biriyani

Teriyaki Beef Meets Biriyani

I have not eaten a proper meal in the past three days. Well that’s a lie. I have not cooked a proper meal in the past few days, and a day without food was all it took to get me back in the kitchen. All that is left in the freezer is fish and beef. … Read more

On The Shores

Arisen

There once was a boy, lying down on the shore, sand in his hair and sand on his feet. Across from the shore was a house painted white, and on the horizon rose a wave, climbing to the heavens. It was as though gravity decided to take a day off, at least over the ocean, … Read more

By The Length Of My Hair

A Samsara Blues Experiment

I was introduced to this band over a year ago in Hikkaduwa. Either I stumbled onto it, or it was a friend who had me listen to them. And from the first listen, I was hooked. Singata Mystic Queen was the first sting, and then came Double Freedom. Fuck. One amazing album that is Long … Read more

lila

New Years Resolution

I am my mother tongue before I am Muslim.Does the mother tongue precede the father of belief? I may not be well-versed in Tamil, but it means more to me than my religion. It is simply about what connects deeply enough. Prostrating in unison, I feel connected, yes. I feel submitted. Conversing in union, however, … Read more

POL RAICE AND TEH CHIKUNZ

POL RAICE AND TEH CHIKUNZ

Now that you’ve digested my face, let’s talk about the food. Last week I had two old friends for lunch, they were delicious. I mean the food, obviously. Lunch was quite spontaneous. There were no noodles at home so I had to actually touch the rice, which I’ve avoided for a good month! Looked in … Read more

Thaay, Thahapan

Thaay, Thahappan.

Watching the lines move across the monitor with baited breath, as his lungs were giving way to the ether – the breath of the soul that is breathed with every man’s last – his sons and daughter gathered around the hospital bed. Nasser was returning from Colombo. They held his hands, pinching his skin, hoping … Read more

Human is not kind. Man is not kind. What then is our kind?

wreath (soft)
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