Thoughts.

Time tells me this, This moment, This second, I can exist, I cannot.

If you're afraid of going to hell You don't deserve to die; If you're longing for heaven, You don't deserve to live.

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…

Incomplete.

Down the road, up the hill, Chasing ghosts from memories Reaching out To those tangible melodies Your footprints are in the sand I Fill my feet in from behind Walking the path, being washed away By the waves that came from nowhere There's a voice calling me, "This way leads you into the deep; Wake…

Here.

"Here lies the man broken by His dreams" Said the stone as I passed by He lived with the world, Now he sleeps alone No dried flowers on his side And nobody to mourn What do you live by? I think as I smoke A warmth fills my heart And I escape the cold With…

Sailing

When the waves flow Into the dark And the night hides Behind the stars I set sail Towards horizon Following the map With location marked Along came a cyclone Ripping off the mast I hear the skies roar Like it's the God's wrath "It's not easy, son To find your destiny Neither is it far…

Oneself.

How does it feel When you break free from Those chains? What is it like When all your efforts go In vain? Is there pain When you carry all that blame? Tell me, brother, I heard you say "It's all the same" Is your soul now A relic of your past? Do you feel your…

This !

When apologies go in vain And you're in love with pain I want you to look at me, Tell me you'll be back again Countless nights died in silence Waiting for your voice Cruel were the mornings Laughing at our goodbyes With all the ways closed Your intentions, still unclear I hope you don't regret…

Son.

Up and down his wrinkles, blood ran down his wrists. A stream dripped from finger nails as he clutched onto his walking stick harder, trying to take another step to the wash basin. Another step forward and he was on the floor, in a puddle that he coughed up. The skinny feet were now numb.…

Someday

One day, I'll stop playing dead Put an end to being misled The skies will turn red Make you realise what you've done, Show you we are done. One day, I'll stop being alive, Watch you from up there, see if You can cry. Life dies, death comes alive Maybe then you can see, Ironies…

Unfortunate chicken

The pink one ran behind the yellow which followed the green. We watched in wonder and sadness. Everyone of us knew they won't last long, they would die anyway, even if we didn't buy them. "These things usually survive for two days tops. Or three when fed well." The vendor said as he handed over…

Epitaphs

There's a certain charm in sentences that describe people and their life. One sentence about a person may not reveal anything about him but it sure can tell us what he lived for. Epitaphs do the exact same thing. You tried advising people all your life but nobody cares. We're tired of listening to people…