Younger dreams of yesteryears haunt my world. They come to me, calling. I hide underneath the blanket of darkness, afraid to close my eyes. I dare not peek, for I know they can see me. Closing my eyes to one is opening into another. Life is an aftermath, like a consequence for the sins of…
Tag: death
Giving in
When you’re bound for long enough, bondage becomes the essence and chains become body. The pain that runs within cannot be seen without. It has become your salvation. Every cry is a prayer; every tear, a regret justified. No angels to lift you up; they’re dead too. You better get used to ‘never’, this is…
Grievance
My grave would tell you stories; floating whispers in the air. The trees speak to you, just read the lines on the leaves, written in green and yellow hues. I wish I could sit there and listen sometimes, listen to all the words unspoken, smiling over the life that has been undone; tell you I’m…
Whispers – collaboration
The wind has agreed to carry, my words in its liberal womb. We shall wake some trees from sleep and whisper songs beside the lonely tomb. Yesterdays hide within my heart, shielded by sorrows. I whither slowly, dreaming of tomorrows. Do you hear me, o resting soul! This is my lullaby, my sleep has waned….
Thoughts
What do I mourn for? And whom? I do not cry for the dead, the lifeless, those at rest. Aren’t we effigies of our own thoughts, convictions and actions. My tears are for the ones living, those caught in between misery and ecstasy.
Tolerance – collaboration
You say you like pain, addicted even. Does tolerance come that easy? If it did, why are we even alive? You say you feel pain everyday, that it’s killing you; but what if I tell you that it’s pain that keeps you alive, pull you away from death, stops you at the brink? You say…
A thought.
I don’t know if eyes can talk, I don’t care about words and their meaning but if you walk with me in silence, you’ll understand what I’m saying. The road is long, as is time; days are short and so is life.
Motivation.
We only got one life. Everything that you have or had won’t matter sooner or later; the ones that looked and felt so important to you will become obsolete. The constant pressure of making a living and a will to survive robs us off of the life in the present moment. Can we stop for…
Love.
“When you’re in love, you’re born anew” they say, those romantics whose hearts wandered astray; but who knew? It’s suicide and then you come back to life and there’s repetition, until you die.
Escape
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.
Im just scribbling
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…
Of cakes and death.
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…
Dear you
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…
We.
Why are we born? I know how but not why and I know sometimes how is why. Birth can’t be asked for and death shouldn’t be, we’re anomalies.
I am.
I am a biological sculpture drenched in sensory activities, capable of exhibiting emotions. My mind hides words and my talks become stories. I live a life of metaphors and ironies; change faces, cover my skin and masquerade. What I tread becomes my path, where I stand is my land; What I breathe is what I…
A way home.
Do you see the world upside down as you tread across the field of crystal thorns? The warm scarlet skies break down into crimson rain, bathing you, washing the sins from off your skin. Look at the black meadows you walk through; the wind carries a morbid perfume, think about the end, wanderer, while you…
Unrelated.
Life sometimes gets so hopeless that there’s nothing else one can do but laugh and Tears don’t taste good anymore. Emotions have abandoned me a long time ago, these are the days of apathy. Crises give meaning to existence. My soul encompasses the universe and scars are galaxies with stories hidden in plain sight. There…
Boat
Life to me is a boat that’s leaking; It’s always been that way. You sail into the waters and float until you drown. The water is all you got, the water is what keeps you afloat and the water is what drowns you. Destination is not where you reach; it is where you stop.
Hellos and byes – collab post.
“Your forgot to turn the lights off,” you’d scream, making it a big deal. But checking it twice, isn’t a big deal either. So, I made sure all the switches are off, grabbed my keys and locked the door. I played your favourite song in the car. I love it but I won’t admit it….
I ponder.
I was dreaming looking out the window, eyes wide open. I struggled to sleep lying in my bed, eyes closed, demons wide awake. I searched for answers without asking a question; whatever questioned faded without an answer. I live my life, dead inside; Would being dead keep me alive? Is there a cure to this…
My condolences.
Everything has an end. Your favourite music, the book that got you hooked, delicious food, heck! Even life itself. What do we do when we hear of someone’s death? Offer condolences? What good are condolences for? They’re just momentary, fleeting sympathies forgotten with time. The best thing we can do for the dead is to…
1 AM thoughts.
I wish I could die; I wish I had the will To live But neither seem possible So I dream.
Now and never.
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.
Run, dog! Run!
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…
Bittersweet.
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)
Sleep.
If I slept yesterday, Wake me up today; If I don’t, put me to sleep tomorrow.
