Love

I don’t know, we have been told; What are you girl? An angel? A devil? One time you’re planting roses, Another you’re growing thorns; One day I watch you dancing, Another you walk alone. It’s strange when you think though; Thorns feel like heaven, Hell spawns from the rose.

It’s about time.

Time decides. Time tells. Time comes. Time goes. Time doesn’t wait. Time cant be bought. Time doesn’t come back. Time is continuous. Time doesn’t stop. Had enough? I certainly have. Not time; the same statements over and over again. They ask you to wait for the right time. What is wrong time? The instant at…

Art is the language of the unspoken; art is the path to the lost; art is shelter to the homeless and wandering; art, is the voice to the mute. Art is what you think, art is what you can imagine, art is what you see, art is what you make and destroy. In every ticking…

Liebster Award

Hey folks! Lobster struck me again! I’m back with Liebster award, this time nominated by Manjul. Hello, Manjul, nice meeting ya. Her art gets me jealous. I still stare in awe and tell myself “Why don’t you try this?”, then I realise I can’t. Haha! You go, girl! Let’s get to the thick of it,…

Finding a way back.

The usual farmer’s market; people going around, buying vegetables, bargaining and chattering their mouths out. I see men staring at women, I see women exchanging glances. The sky was pale, clouds were scattered and feeble and the sun was about to set. I walked further past children crying for toys, parents covered their eyes, vendors…

Faith.

A soul truly lost loses itself in belief, in hope Of finding itself again. What’s lost isn’t recovered, what is found isn’t what is lost. What do you choose? What do you know? Where will this path lead you to? Where do you go?

Ahem!

The cracked open lips that bleed tell you no tales of the coldness that dried them up. The dirt in my nails decorate fingers with the untidiness of life. Why do you bother yourself with how tasteless I am with the clothes I wear? Don’t they speak for themselves? The shoes don’t match, man, the…

Shower thoughts

We live in a complicated world. We’re taught the wrong subjects, we get the wrong answers and we learn the wrong lesson. society is an institution that creates an illusion of unity by dividing people. “It’s a free world” they say, yet govern you by laws, restrictions and sanctions. Have you looked outside your window?…

I know. 🐛

What I lost when you left, Was never found again. Whatever Came later, was nothing but pain. I never believed, for you I prayed; I hear echoes of whatever you said. Now, the abyss is what I crave; I dread being safe and sane. I know we’re not the same; I know who takes the…

Lies.

“Whatever I did, I did, for you.” She told him. “Whatever I did, I did, for him.” She told them “Whatever they did, they did, for themselves.” they whispered. “I hate them all” he said to himself.

I’m done chasing the ghosts of our past,I wish it were a reality,But we both knew it wouldn't last. You broke my wings,I hid my plight,But I never hinderedYour will to fly; There’s no way your words will lead meBack into that path,I set you free, then,For if we're meant to be, we shall meet…

Thoughts.

Image source: Pinterest We all have a strong desire to have a sense of belonging. Humans are social animals, we live in groups and a place here groups coexist is called a society. Belonging to a society is okay, being a part of community in a society is great too; identifying ourselves as a part…

Love/Misery

Woman after woman barged in and walked away; They had taught me one thing; that love is fleeting, conditional and devious. I thought I was seeking happiness and fulfilment but now I know, it was suffering that lured me, something that stayed in the shadows, always covered by sugarcoated lies called joy and completeness. It’s…

Your thoughts.

You are what you think you are, you’re not what you think you are and what you don’t think you are is also you. You are everywhere, there’s nowhere without you because wherever you go, you take yourself with you. Are you free? No. Are you bound? No. You’re freely bound and restrictively free. The…

Confessions.

I know now, what I am; what I can be. I’ve embraced the asshole within me, come to terms with him and know this, my love, that I love you. When I’m with you, I feel no pain; when I’m with you, it feels like life isn’t vain. I forget my suffering when I tend…