Cripple

He’s non compos mentis; athree legged dog hungry for a run. There are stars that you can’t chase; those are what he went after. Day after day, night after night. What did he want? He never knew; If only he could get his hands on one. The universe is filled with such things, one as…

Home

Stars shrinking into oblivion, it’s all black and so are my eyes. The speed I’m moving at, a slight touch could turn me into a jelly, flesh and bones splattered in a second. Planets roll like marbles; the gas giants, near-far, far-near. I smell sulfur. When you go beyond up and above, there are no…

Alright??

If it were that easy to start over again, we wouldn’t be living this life how we live it; this way. Words are fancy. Life is hard. No matter what we do, what’s set to motion cannot be stopped. We can alter courses that’s all. So don’t talk about changing the past, don’t lament the…

Passing

It went up and down; the road to me, appeared like a wave. I see people go about and I watch, like a tombstone at a grave. Sometimes I wish there was an epitaph engraved, on my forehead so people could read; what I was and what I could never be. The wind strokes my…

Nah.

Creation is beautiful. To bring something to life, into existence is a pleasure that’s inexpressible. But what is creation without chaos? It’s a song without melody, a hymn without rhythm. It’s the metamorphosis that is mistaken to be creation, most of the time. There are questions that beg for an answer, which cannot exist for…

Middle

Life lies in the middle; from birth to death. What happens in between stays there, there’s no transcendence. Rights and wrongs, good and evil are man made and perceived. Good is either bad bound to a promise or bad is good without restraint. While we struggle being objective and subjective, purpose and meaning are created…

As it is.

My shoes are always hungry for my feet; I know my heart isn’t ready for the world at large. My feet lust for soil and hands, for mud and dirt. I could run up the mountain with sweat gushing down my forehead, I’m ready for the flesh wounds, not afraid to wipe that blood. I’m…

Worth.

If I had money, I’d name a star after you. It’s relatively cheap, I know. I’d do it. If I had the money. I’m a poor lad, you see. Now I name every fucking star yours. I am crazy not dumb. Rich men name the stars but poor men own the skies. Fuck yeah.

Loneliness.

I swallowed stars to water my dreams, I drowned the skies in my eyes with hopes buried underneath. Grass and trees grow on my fertile skin and the sun burns within (me). I inhale and exhale storm winds; the climate, sometimes calm, sometimes pouring. Thoughts run wild and free, clouds are fleeting; I wait here…

Opinions.

“Because you love trouble” she said “You’d be nothing without them and your troubles are faithful to you. Even if you have the chance to choose peace, you always end up choosing trouble because it’s easier, more real, accessible. You’re used to it; no surprises, no relying on hope; And this shall pass until the…

Flappy bird

I am a caged bird. The door is always open, I don’t long for freedom and my wings are burdened by weights of broken dreams. I look at the skies and sing, I walk on the ground in the evenings. It’s the nights that trouble me; the question isn’t if I can fly, it’s where…

I

I’m the voice that fades, the farther you move; I’m the path that goes nowhere. I’m that fragrance that’s lost in the air, I’m a story that’s concealed in pretence. They say people come and go. I am the one that goes.

Faith

I walk on water with a candle in my hand. The candle doesn’t light my path, neither does it give me warmth. It’s a dark, dark world. The sweeping winds try to smother the littlest light I’ve got but we hold on. I walk towards the horizon; they say it’s where the world ends. Night…

Living

It isn’t like what it was, it won’t be like how it is; these aren’t just days but life in layers, peeling off by itself one after another. Memories are a game of mind and nightmares are scars that haunt. We’re caught amidst the chaos of sleep and consciousness and nothing makes actual sense.

Between

In a world where happiness is frowned upon, not celebrated; where sorrow is celebrated and not taken care of, In the cities ruled by tyrants, tyrants backed by cowards and cowards, fed by the greedy Where rebellion is suppressed, every voice, oppressed and freedom is for sale Those that live die Those who try, live…

Trippin

It’s got me by my hair like a substance that filled the air; with magic and hypnotic hymns that got me dazed. Why’s there no one out there? I don’t see a reason anybody would care but don’t you need somebody who shares? Oh, beat it, life! I ain’t going anywhere. I limped across a…

Random thoughts

Religion exploits people. How? By promising heaven and hell. We are instructed to believe in certain things and behave in certain ways, which upon questioning give us prefixed answers. One of them being “believe and you’ll know”. The sole aim of any religion seems to ignite faith. What we fail to see is it’s burning…

Ode to 2020

I am sketching my life but my fingers ain’t graphite. I still try and the strokes are invisible to naked eye. I close my eyes and don’t have to think…Ode to 2020 She adds magic to mere words.

A place to be

Look where we have arrived; this place shines bright at night. They’re swimming in tears, tripping on guilt, these ailing bipeds and dancing to music of breaking hearts. “To glory” they say, the hedonists who reign their own worlds, going down the spiral of caprice and sin. Avarice had plagued them since long but look…

Fair share

I’ve been up, I’ve been down; the seesaw and the merry go round. I’ve been in, I’ve been out; I gazed at the lights and screamed out loud. “Let go” they said, “feel the rush”. Oh I know and I don’t care; life is a vanity fair. I see people, they sing and dance; I…

Sex😛

Is sexuality private or public? If holding a gay parade is pride, why aren’t straight people celebrating being straight? What’s so special about being a homosexual? I don’t see people having sex in public or publicising their sexuality. I don’t even understand why sexuality is celebrated. It’s personal. It can be public but in the…