Wink wink.

You loved me, I loved you back; You hurt me, I tried to understand; I left you, you came back; Now I'll hurt you, you'll understand. (This is something that just came up and not directed towards anyone.)

Luhv

Love in my life is like cockroach on my toothbrush. I don't know what it's doing there and I dare not know. Everything is complicated when it comes to love as it comes with conditions and confusion. When you are alone, you seek love; when you're in love, you crave to be single again. So…

My worst enemy.

Through the narrow paths and lousy traffic, I raced my way to work. Amidst all that chaos and people giving wrong path indicators, music is my saving grace. The ride to work is always an adventure; rude people, potholes, broken roads, heavy traffic, people coming at you, taking the wrong side, man! It is one…

The tears from my eyes, won't tell you any story; The voice that died, refuses to say sorry; Those nights aren't aware of the dreams downright scary; These lips now hide the burden I carry; Do you hear my silence? Can you read my thoughts? Do I have a choice? I want to be left…

Why can't we fight?? I think of it every night Failing to close my eyes; I walk the roads alone now Thinking of you, oh how Soothing it was, to hear your voice! "Get back inside" Echoes in my head when I looked at the skies; Could it be you? Can this be true? "It's…

An old draft.

Whatever we said to each other and everything that meant the world to us; the silence, stolen kisses, moments up against the wall, sharing food, staring at stars that fall, words said, promises made, the home we dreamt of, the world we wanted to tour; They don't mean shit now. Remember when you said you'd…

Her majesty.

"I want a watch like yours" she whined, swaying her hands. "What's the use of having a watch when you can't read the time?" I said. "It's 11:30." She muttered. "It's the same time all day for you." I burst out in laughter. "Okay 2:30. Now get me my watch." And she walked away in…

Let’s.

Let's take a walk in this mad, mad world; you better hold my hand 'cuz it's gonna get cold. Lavender winds caress your hair, the entirety envies your flair, girl, you're a sight for my sore eyes and a beauty to behold. Let's have a talk in this lonely, crowded shack. Would you like some…

Here I come.

Icy winds eat through my skin I fly above, on my beaten wings Dabbed in snow are my footprints Along the trail, following the winds Changing directions, hear me howling Running with the wolves, I am A wildling Against the tide I try and swim, Always hustling, I walk this road, kicking the ruckus There's…

A woman in need.

Hunter was he, always solo. He enjoys power when wild beasts groveled in pain at his feet. It was just another sunny afternoon when he got off his work and walked into the woods with his tools expecting a wild boar as a bounty. Whistling his way into the green lush, the hunter marched ahead;…

I watched you from afar In wonder Pupils dilated, Heartbeat, a thunder I walked away from my fall In November, My heart devoted And soul, surrendered I ran into December Looking for you in the snow To catch a glimpse, I wander Cold as your heart, Where do I seek shelter? The Spring Marched in,…

Well, well, lookie here!

Better late than never, eh? This post is me expressing gratitude which is a rare sight since I'm a thankless twat. One fateful morning, in June 2015, I created a blog which can achieve nothing significant; something that would give me peace. Four years later, here it stands with a thousand followers, baffling my mind.…

Back to life.

The suppressed voice didn't dare lash out. The world was getting blurrier, adding to it, the double vision. Is the sky falling down? Why does it feel like the ground is about to cave in? There are people staring but nobody seemed to care. I couldn't feel my arms anymore; my legs gave up on…

“broken”fast.

"Too much water." I thought and ran back inside, emptied half of the bowl and walked outside. "The flame should be thin." Had to rush inside again. It took ten minutes to figure out how thin it must be. "Make sure to use some oil so that they don't stick." Mom yelled from the other…

Will you?

Would you write to me, love When we're far apart? Would your love still be love Even in times of war? Would you walk with me, Smiling, from scar to scar? Does your pen still bleed? What does your paper need? To tell my story, to show us fall Remember those times, Wall to wall?…