Cover page of the book launched on Amazon :) What happens when a generation raised on infinite scroll tries to find finite meaning? Loopy Chaos isn't some great Shakespeare stuff. No flowery verses about sunsets . This is what gets written at 2 AM when the algorithm won't let you sleep. When your feed is full of outrage but your polling booth stays empty. When you're told you're the future but can't afford the present. Inside these pages: I’ve written about society, nature, hypocrisy, money, language, identity, delusion, elections — and yes, even a confused hippo without the use of controversial language. And a father's wisdom that actually makes sense. Some of it will make you laugh. Some will make you uncomfortable. Most will make you think "wait, did I just get called out?" This is poetry for people who don't read poetry. Written in frustration during the doom-scroll spiral. Inspired from philosophers. Just honest chaos from someone who refu...
There lived two boys — X and Y. They had been natural friends since childhood, relying on each other's support due to their vastly different yet complementary qualities. X possessed a fit, wrestler-like physique, always believing that physical strength was the greatest asset. On the other hand, Y was a mentally intelligent chap who firmly supported the supremacy of intellect. Their frequent debates always revolved around one question — Which is better: strength or intellect? One day, Y devised a clever plan to prove his point and outsmart X. He invited X to his home for a sugarcane juice party, promising to arrange the refreshments himself. X, thrilled by the invitation, reached Y's home early, eagerly waiting for the treat. Meanwhile, Y went to the market and ordered two glasses of sugarcane juice for takeaway. When he returned, he greeted X with an exaggerated smile. "Welcome, my esteemed guest! Please make yourself comfortable while I, your humble host, serve you the fi...
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