Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

  • Riddle me this

    Originally posted on Inked Thoughts and Midnight Monologues: ? I pity the classicists of the 18th century. Blind devotions. Lust for sanity. Pestilence and empty wit. I recently read about how they were deceived by the dulling film of familiarity which they never tried to see through. The romanticists knew better. They scraped off this film… Read more

  • Us and me

    Under his plaid comforter we were children again. He had one of those wafer candies. Those ones that you snap in half and they were supposed to spark. We looked on with anticipation as he placed the small white wafer between his two hands. When it snapped, I didn’t see a spark. He claimed to […]… Read more

  • The Gateway

      On a night like any other, here I am with my head full of thoughts that just don’t know when to quit. In a time that has never tasted a moment of genuine bliss, here I am yet again pouring out as much as I can in the hope of salvation when the end… Read more

  • A Big Nothing

    Big Nothing. They say I’m not romantic, that I’m distant and distracted, but my love shows itself in many different forms. They tell me that I’m cold, that I don’t know how to connect. My defense is that it’s them- it’s them that can’t connect to me because they’re not open to the ebb and […]… Read more

  • Vagabonds

      Kissing through wet hair, the night makes fools of us all as we declare our love not even knowing the meaning of the word. But we will. It happens to us all. We grow up. We fuck up. Some learn, while most just repeat and rinse until they drop after a lifetime of convincing themselves… Read more

  • Epoch

      In the store on the corner of the block, you pick your poison, and I pick mine. Among the bottles of beers and fine wines, the image of a growling tiger guides my hands, and as my eyes meet yours and we pretend to be innocent, we both know where this is going. In… Read more

  • god is dead

    god is dead. he died seven years ago, on the streets of mumbai- hit by a car, while he stumbled on the sidewalks, mumbling all sorts of obsolescent prayers, as the meth in his veins slowly bestrewed his significance on those half eaten concrete roads, that wrapped itself like a ragged hand-me-down scarf, around a […]… Read more

  • Head Down

      A cigarette here and there. A fuck to lance away the cobwebs caused by too much indifference brought on by years of keeping it all locked within. In the corners of your mouth, I see enough shadows to drown a thousand proletarians. I see enough pain to undo a lifetime of dreams that never… Read more

  • No You but You

      The soft release. The slow embrace. A blink of two cute eyes. A cry that drains the night. To be intimate with the body, and to be intimate with the soul. To be close and to be far. Write some words. Spit some kisses. Scratch your skin and stain the pages with ink that… Read more

  • Shiny Rails

    I put on my skinny jeans, and I add my posh suit shirt – brilliant white with the black buttons – and my suit blazer. The shoulder and the lapel is still dusted with her make up. The hug was so tight, she left herself behind on me. I look elegant in my suit. It […]… Read more