This strip is available regularly on http://nerby.blogspot.com


( Read more... )

Solitude scares me.
Not because I am afraid
Of being alone, me and I,
But because
I inadvertently allow me
To admit to myself
that I like it much, too much.

But then again, who is to say what is too much? Maybe I shall push my luck.
A little bit farther,
Only a little bit now.

( Read more... )

( Read more... )

( Read more... )

Also available on Blogspot , in case you cannot see the image below.


( Read more... )

( Read more... )

courtesy Ess D.


( Read more... )

Adnan, a limerick on your request. Three cheers for fond memories.

I was once an IC design much bolder,
On my to picking up hot Solder,
But I pissed Sandhya off
She roared an evil laugh -
And now am just a tarballed folder.

For the inordinately inquisitive:  This poem is not remotely autobiographical. :)

When did I last see ?
the soft hair on your neck.
I felt it in my dreams last night
As they rose to meet my fingers
And touched my lips instead.

You keep dancing in the spotlight
That shines through my thoughts
So bright
So bright that my eyes see nothing else.

Is it strange ( Read more... )