Why do you love, you ask? Why does anything exist at all? There are things beyond reason, answers that dare not be questioned, and quests that can never end; Something as pointless as existence and unexplainable as the cosmos. Some may call it an illusion, you might even be delusional to call it An essence … Continue reading A chance.
“The dead shall rise again” cawed he, resting on my shoulders; always preaching. “The roads to hell go through the heaven, the path to heaven is of thorns and blood” His claws dug deeper, every time I looked away, the voice denser, the further we tread, “lift your head up and show your shame” My … Continue reading Crow.
Plastered to the wall, the sunflower bent down; Light from the window, water from the pail couldn’t erase her frown. She had to see the sun; Dismembered roots lay lifeless on the ground. “Let there be life for one last time. Toss me away, in this state of decay; let me be soiled when he … Continue reading 🌻
Oh you don’t have to remember my name nor come, pay respects to my decaying mane; Don’t bother, memories shall fade; don’t cry, tears only come in vain; What I am is what shall remain, what I was is a disappearing stain. Life goes on, death lives on.
The bird sang yesterday; Ah! How it reminded me of Art and Free will. The bird sang today In the jaws of the cat, it squealed.
There was a time when God inspired hope. Now, he’s nothing more than a scapegoat. This begs the question, who created whom?Because today, what rule us are neither God nor his teachings But religion, people and their preaching. I say, enough with the Tartuffery.
Mario always fascinated me. As you play through the stages one after another, you’ll notice a repetition; certain stages reappear with little changes and a few new characters that hurl their shit at us. Then there’s a fire breathing demon spitting fireballs out of its mouth, one hit and we’re toast. You beat your ass … Continue reading Routine.
Oh! Those insects around the streetlight, ever so busy. The buzzing sound of bugs and annoying songs of crickets turned up the night orchestra. Sky seemed to be in peace, neither clouds nor stars. Moon hid behind me and there I was, staring at the streetlight. There’s something that separates us from other species, it’s … Continue reading …..
There’s plenty of fish in the sea, so I heard. I flung the fishing rod into the air, hoping to catch some. Every time I whipped, the hook came back with nothing. Is it the bait? I switch it and try my luck again but everything goes in vain. I’m a poet, you see, It … Continue reading Blind fish.
I raised my hand at the sky and closed my fist, pretending to catch the stars. Foolish as it my sound, a weird sense of beatitude crept into my soul, lighting up my insides. A peculiar warmth emboldens the adolescent heart caged inside my dejected adulthood. The unscrupulous skies have a magical way of inspiring … Continue reading I get by.
Hey Patients! I’m having a tough time writing poetry and I wanted to do sumn different. I proposed a collaboration in which I ask a question about …Collab! (nothing too crazy, I swear) So finally! Finally!!! A collab with the one that’s always so aloof and elusive! I’m really glad you came up with this. … Continue reading Collab! (nothing too crazy, I swear)
When I hear the woods singing your name, When every inch of my skin craves for your mane, the world has nothing else to offer. Your eyes are my skies, your kisses are my rain, your path leads me to light; there’s wilderness in your untamed hair. I breathed you in, filled my lungs with … Continue reading Something unreal.
You tell me I don’t see it But trust me when I tell you, I see light in everyone; each in their own wavelength. The world is brimming with brightness and hope, sometimes a little too much. You’re so blinded by the lights that you need a little darkness to dim your sight; to see … Continue reading Light.
It’s raining and the roads are flooded with traffic, cars going bumper to bumper. There’s a dog trying to get to the other side; the light is sometimes green and sometimes red. He ran across. He goes haywire, he’s blinded by lights and reflections in the water. Within a blink, he’s in the middle of … Continue reading Run, dog! Run!
I’m thinking of the blues as flowers grow out of the bruise; the rusty old chair sings songs of you. Eyes have shrunk, tears have dried, wrinkles on my skin have stories that hide. Life was bittersweet, people fell like teeth; I wash my hands with a few good deeds; you know, to live is … Continue reading Come on in.
If there’s a rule that makes you wanna follow, You better make new ones. (Because what makes you act without thinking isn’t worth acting upon)
“Hang in there” they say. Little do they know that we’re hanging on to the edges of the wedges; we’re slowly losing our grip. That’s what we’ve been doing, bud. Thanks. “It’s all in your hands. You have to change your life, don’t be a lousy ass! You’re just blaming it on people and the … Continue reading Listen up.
Now that I leapt, I’d enjoy the fall; It’s a flatline, I know When I hit the ground. Anushka: No matter where you go,You might fall;Be insistent and resilient to make sure,For in all this and moreThe past is long gone..!! (Her spontaneity is astonishing)
I held my breath as I walked to you; O Girl, you take my breath away! I held it back to save myself, to live; For I can die But cannot live your way.
Your lips merged into mine like thorny vines, painted red with my blood; I squeeze you into me easing our souls at war. The friction between us set the house on fire as we lay in bed, colliding, burning in desire. My salty skin cherishes your fingernails digging in, rashes, paving way to paradise, tonight … Continue reading Necessary evil.
The papers were white, embodying the light, reflecting minds; The thoughts were dark, like shadows lurking behind; Words were rainbow; in those colours hides our life.
Here you go, sister. This is what I did when I was in class ever since I was a child. My notebooks were full of sketches instead of notes and homework. Even back in college, sitting in the last bench, lost in my own world, sketching whatever comes to my mind. I still sketch when … Continue reading Killing time.
I sat on that old rock and spoke to the moon; There were stories to tell, ballads to sing, he was there, quietly listening. The choppy fluvials leapt with the winds, singing chorus to the birds as they passed by, flying. There’s a lot to complain about, tonight; My words are tired of their plight. … Continue reading Do you hear me?
If I slept yesterday, Wake me up today; If I don’t, put me to sleep tomorrow.
Eyes shut tight, I started counting sheep. One sheep, two sheep, fuck! I can’t sleep. Mosquitoes play symphonies, ceiling fan is slow and squeaks. I wish this unto no one, this fate of a sweating body and an itchy crotch. If there’s any species that never runs out of food, it’s mosquitoes. Those assholes feed … Continue reading Mosfuckingquitoes
The skies never fell It’s us that did; how dare we Turn the world into metaphors When we ourselves are one!
Everything I let go of is everything I hold on to. How ironic, this feeling of letting go is; You think you let go of things and people, you think. It’s not letting go. You never let go. You live with them. Let go, my ass.
I thought I had wings and dreamt of flight, only to realise they were hands. Could barely crawl, yet life had me running after people and things. Everything was quiet and it was too late before I found my voice. I searched for myself through the eyes of people and ways of the world; now … Continue reading Voids.
I wish there was a “how” for every “what” And a “why” to every “how”. The search for meaning is almost always futile And scarcely fruitful.