“I’m a book” she said “you can either be a chapter or a page, you decide” I wanna be neither, honey; I either own the book or borrow.
Strange, ain’t it? First you move away then you miss me; like you fast and complain you’re hungry. I have no questions, don’t worry, I give up quite faster than you do. My memory is as fickle as I am, even flaws come in handy sometimes. It’s good to miss, right? You know what you’ve … Continue reading Farewell
Cowards cry in rain, they’re afraid of pain. What is sorrow that’s not felt when tears crawl down your eyes like razors cutting through skin? I’m not afraid; to face, to embrace, to fade. Again. I refuse to comply to their subjective morals, those flawed beliefs and pointless faith with a distorted sense of self … Continue reading Tears
They say it’s sealed, the fate. That everything is written in the stars, in the lines of your palm and the wrinkles on your forehead. You don’t decipher but unravel and sometimes it’s too late. We believe in what we’re told; Who are we to say? Open your eyes, brother, it’s not the prophecy which … Continue reading Choices
Hell hath rained it’s fury down on us; we turned waters into land, now the roads have become rivers and I ride home, through these waters, through the literal and figurative shit that has accumulated over the ages in the sewers. I ride my bike as rain rides me. I see noting. I hear them … Continue reading Rain rain! Get the fuck away!
Books ain’t holy, lies ain’t ugly, oh! Have I told you? The truth ain’t pretty. I’d look your god in the eye, I’m telling you, faith is a crime that’s petty. You think there’s life after life and no death in the afterlife; what do you look for? The end of darkness? A sign of … Continue reading Sins
I’ve always imagined myself to be good but when I realised the expanse of ‘good’, it had become more evil than it’s supposed to be; The nonexistence of existing convictions left a void that no fabricated morals could fill. A restless search for meaning that began with a disquiet in my heart left me stranded … Continue reading Goodness!
I swear to you I’m lying, it’s true. I could’ve said it, I could’ve killed you and you’d have no clue. Bare handed, I stand before you, all I have are my words, they’re naked and few; they burn through your soul, fire in the hole! I know my way around and I shall break … Continue reading Mercy
You don't know how to say goodbye but it’s there, in your gut; it never lies. The full weight of unspoken goodbyes hits you you like a mysterious, untraceable absence; an emptiness that theorizes fullness, a blackness that balances a world full of colour. Sometimes I wish I knew, sometimes I hope I don’t and … Continue reading Things unsaid – collab
I’ve changed. Do I like what I’ve become? No. Do I wish to go back? Hell no! Don’t ask too many questions, don’t ask for directions, I am alive and so are you; cross my path, wave at me and I might wave back. I’ve changed. So will you.
There’s something wrong in the metaphors and truth in ironies. We need one to make us happy, another to take it away.
It rained flowers that evening, filling our lungs with fragrance. Roads covered in colours like dreamland. Trees looked like cotton candy and grass tickled my feet. Oh this was the path I’ve always dreamt of, somewhere new, a place filled with love and hope. I fucking despise flowers And I’m glad dreams don’t come true.
Few sheep had run from the herd, vexed; for the seekers they were. Lost, confused and wandering, each in a different path; when were two thoughts alike? Wolves, they were to the pack, outlaws that reneged. And perish they shall of loneliness and despair, for the herd is all there is.
In the corners of my mind, along the borders undefined hide the thoughts as my consciousness slowly dies. Whatever cries inside, whatever lives despite, when nothing goes right, wait for tonight and I try; try to run out of sight.
They lined them up against the wall, the truth is out and now they fall. All of those bullets, all of those brains, could make the man a corpse with little to care. But the word was out before their blood; the crowd ran out, the anger! The flood! Life goes faster than the truth … Continue reading Im just scribbling
I ate cake today. I tell my friend that. His face lightens up and lips part, revealing incisors. He’s happy or at least he pretends to be. He thinks I’m happy. I see no point. Someone I know had died. I was quiet just like I was when I ate the cake. I see frown … Continue reading Of cakes and death.
If I took your name, would it save me from shame? My sins laugh at me when I kneel and pray. When convictions suppress conscience, the only solace is faith. Tell me, what sanctifies you? I try to understand and fail. Sometimes, existence is belief and I choose to disbelieve. My wrong questions, their right … Continue reading Dear you
Since when did writing get so easy? I asked myself for days, penning down thoughts, explicitly expressing the inexpressible. Days under the roof and nights under the stars were barely enough to scratch the surface of my mind; the depths remain unexplored and emotions, uncanny. I admit, I was crazy enough to talk to walls, … Continue reading I walk alone.
Blood exuded from cuticles. It crawled down my fingers, reaching the palm; I close my fist tighter to bleed more, pressing harder. A sharp pain surges into my brain, I’m conscious and vain. It tastes sour, this blood of mine; I hear the rain and it’s half past nine. Dinner is served.
I’ve learned That there’s serenity in places what lead to nowhere; in questions that have no answers and answers that demand no questions. Don’t mistake it for ignorance, you, it is not. For I am free; free to make my own path, to seek answers and live to be a story.
For once I wanted to stop And look, even if it’s for a second; to see what happens when I stop but then I realise I wasn’t moving at all and the world ceases for no one.
One by one, they took the stones out from the wound; I got tears in my eyes but I laugh, joke around and make myself at ease. “Whatever gets stuck gives you an infection” they said, still working. I see flesh hanging on my knee, could hardly fold it right. No painkiller was given, they … Continue reading Flow.
A tingling sensation crawls down my back; the kisses my skin now misses. The wind hugs me from behind, can’t get your hands off of my mind and I still feel like our fingers are intertwined. I’m not scared of mornings anymore, every day gets me a little closer to you. Now I know, it … Continue reading Sensation
Ours is a story written in the sands, gone with the wind and love, washed away by waves of suspicion. Whatever was left of the memories burned in altars of our minds and here we stand hanging on to fallacies. I’ve been there before, to that heartbreak shore, wetting my feet in the tides of … Continue reading Lost story
They keep telling me that I’m getting myself into shit, that I don’t know what can go wrong. Isn’t that what it’s all about though? I have to hurt myself to know pain, exposure builds immunity. I know I can be wrong, I know I can get hurt but damage is better than ignorance, don’t … Continue reading I’m foolish.
I hear crickets, I hear croaking frogs and see cattle graze around. A highway far away catches my eye, it looks like a pathway into the skies. It’s all white and blue up there, uniformity; something uncommon. I notice a group of monkeys walk past me like I didn’t even exist. My ears are whizzing … Continue reading I hear you.
The inkling in my handSeeks refuge,Urging me to jot it down,A revolt rages within. My soul tries to breaks the walls of the dungeon,It craves to be let out;The pen is a prison,Paper is the land far away.Letting go would mean pain,There is no liberty without a price;Writing is evil,Something that I need to survive. … Continue reading A writer’s whisper – collab
I walked with my eyes closed to know how far I’d go without bumping into whatever came my way. I could smell the rain, it’s about to take the leap of faith but the clouds looked too adamant, I saw them before I closed my eyes. The first step was cautious, second a little loose; … Continue reading Believe
We graduate, find a job and work for someone who is chasing their dreams. Why the hell are we dreaming of a job? Why can’t we a life instead? Don’t lecture me about young entrepreneurs and how they employ people and pay taxes but tell me this, why are the roads ALWAYS so terrible? Everything … Continue reading Slave.