Halfway To Asphodel

Chauhan opens up about his past two years.

I'm off for the while. Thanks.

Chauhan wonders what beauty others see in desolation.

In which Chauhan tries to explain his nightless sleeps.

Chauhan pens his pain within.

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 me...

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; W...

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....

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 ...

There was a god in front of us. There were people behind me. The temple bells were clanging. The aarti drums were banging. It was chaotic for me, and within ...

I sit, engrossed in my work, staring at the laptop screen. Time seemed to dawdle past me, while in reality, it was gushing past me quicker than I realised. I...

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....

I have a very queer relationship with my epiphanies. They’ve been my door to revelations and discoveries, the gateway to realisations and uncomfortable showe...

Tum January banna, Mujh jaisa December nahi. Taaki tumhare aane ka jashn ho, Bhale mere chale Jaane ka gham nahi. Tum March banna, Mere jaisa February na...

My tongue is busy, moving around and sloshing it. I feel around its periphery; prodding, poking and wetting it. I licked at it, tried to lift certain parts. ...

Let it be known, That you’re with no thing. Let it be told, That you owe me nothing. But let me tell you, That you sowed in me something. Let me tell you, Th...