Vishvaraj Chauhan's Blog

It’s a bad time, you know, when you see rectangles. Rectangles, I say, and not circles. Seeing circles means you are dazed, high, drunk. Seeing rectangles mean you see the world stripped, bare, down to its deepest building blocks. One after the other. It’s like the blocks, much like coloured excel cells, paint a biggerContinue reading "Shorties #1"

Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Who’s the craziest in the unknown? When the world preys and prays, Who’s the one cast and thrown? Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Who’s the loner most prone? Coming home to be a lone, Who’s the bad man cast in stone? Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Whose screams are sungContinue reading "Arthur, Arthur"

My talks begin with aplomb, but they never seem to end. Sadly, it is now taken as eloquence. It is this ‘eloquence’, which has now provided me with a living. So much so, that my ramblings are taught to students as oratory examples. My moments of going blank are seen as the norm on how toContinue reading "Of Lips and Apocalypse"

There exists a quiet void within everything. And when I say everything, I mean every thing, ranging from the commotion of the day to the inherent inactivity of the night. This void is one that fills, and it fills in more than what you can imagine – it is located within the biggest of mindsContinue reading "Abiit Nemine Salutato"

Maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people, Maybe we are not meant to be, Maybe we are satellites, Maybe we are the unlucky ones, Maybe we’re friends, Maybe we’re more, Maybe we are nothing but yore, Maybe we’re all closets of wonders, Maybe we are tangents, Maybe we are star crosses, Maybe we’reContinue reading "Maybe We Are.."

It would have been better if man had made god in his own image.

Thats the thing, the world attacks your weaknesses, and in turn, may end up building you up. I attack my own strengths, and in turn, end up disregarding them and breaking myself.

 A bead of sweat trickled down from beneath my ear onto the pillow. It tickled the skin as it trickled, drawing my attention to the humid environment present. Pretty soon I realised that my hair was getting wet, the bedsheets had a damp silhouette of my torso and I had trouble breathing efficiently. It was … Continue reading I Deserve Too

We're not really good friends.

Tears, warm tears, Flow by my side. Scaling the skin Very much alive, A remnant of what’s died. Tears, unwanted tears, Flow by my side. Tickling the cheek, Which betray A message’s bespeak. Tears, sad tears, Flow by my side. Drawing a sniff, Drawing attention, But it’s no one’s tiff. Tears, happy tears, Flow by … Continue reading Tears