Maybe.

I’d pour all my hopes into a jar and store them in the attic, if you promise you’ll come back, tell me you’d stay. I put myself to sleep drinking a glass of water and dreams but tonight, it’s just emptiness and me. The door is half open, windows are half shut and I rummage…

Rhyme for today

In the red house lives the red lady; she dances by herself in her red gown, the husband is out of town. In the blue house lives the short lady; juggling routines, chasing life. She’s got the blues. The other house isn’t green, concealed amidst the trees; There are flowers and bees but the lady,…

Life / bliss

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…

Crisis

I’ve seen the sky change colours, world change seasons and people, their faces. If only I had known I wore one; I’ve heard that words lose meaning, life loses purpose and heart, hope. I travelled this far and long, my love, through the skies and masquerades To the end of purpose and edges of hope…

Loneliness.

I swallowed stars to water my dreams, I shrunk the skies & fit them in my eyes with hopes buried underneath. Grass and trees grow on my fertile skin and the sun burns within (me). I inhale and exhale storm winds; the climate, sometimes calm, sometimes pouring. Thoughts run wild and free, clouds are fleeting;…

No dreams.

I had a dream. It saddens me when look back at the days when I dreamt of things. It’s even woeful what’s then now was now then. I don’t think I had a dream; I had many dreams. And I remember none.

Look

Y’know there’s a solution to every problem, don’t you? if there’s no solution, then it’s not your problem. Oh I know you don’t agree, darling. I agree there are things that lead to a dead end. Your broken heart may sing soulful melodies as you walk down a thorny path barefoot; what else can we…

I close my eyes to tell myself nobody’s looking, I play deaf and now, nobody’s talking. My legs hurt, been running for long; my eyes bleed when I dream of where I belonged. The lips are sealed, no truth is revealed for we believe in a lie; faces concealed. The stories I’ve known, the weakness…

I..uh…

I think. Sometimes it’s all I can do; sometimes it’s what I cannot. Sometimes it’s not the time, sometimes it’s just sometimes. It’s just time or maybe it isn’t; I don’t know. When I want to know, I don’t know what I have to know. When I do, I don’t want to. It’s complicated. Everything…

Just a thought.

You call something cute mostly because of the physical features unless it’s human, call it adorable. But what if I say you’re wrong? What if cuteness has a dark side to it? That we spare and play with them because the objects trigger sympathy and project helplessness so that we don’t hurt or disfigure them?…

Times

“God has a plan for you” So I’ve heard. Whatever path you take, it’s for good. Bad days pave way for good days. Do they? Is that what you tell yourself? Hard times test you; make you a better person. Tell me this, o honest denizen, do they make you better or broken? Broken isn’t…

Shit

“When I start working, I’m gonna get busy! A job I love that pays me well. Not a minute to spare.” That’s what I told myself through school and college and here I am, sitting on the western toilet seat wondering what I’m doing with my life and why there’s a phone in my hand…

Freedom

She showed me a balloon, said it personified freedom. I asked her “why?”, “it floats around, goes wherever it wishes to, that’s why.” But a thread knot keeps it from deflating. There’s no absolute freedom. It’s a myth. You are tied even when you’re free. (Have I told you the air gradually decreases and balloon…

Eventuality

They say there’s light at the end of the tunnel but how long is this tunnel?? How bright is the light? Why wasn’t I told that it gets bleaker the closer we move? The night has to end and so does morning; I think it’s useless to compare and contemplate because what happens happens. They…

Drowning

Everything’s gonna be alright. What an illusion! A hope inspiring lie! But why? I walk the same road I was on twelve years ago, in shoes that bared my toes. The boots are now strong and the story is too long, unfit to be a song. My shoulders that were once free now carry the…

Find

I’ve wandered around, person to person, knocking, from one heart to another. I searched for pieces that went missing, parts of me I’ve given away, seeking acceptance, accepting judgements, craving validation. Sympathy ain’t cheap, I tell you, you have to earn it. It ain’t honest either, they just show it. The more you want something,…

You and I

I’m you, when you fight yourself, resisting change, looking for something new and crying over what to choose. I’m you, when you are recluse, craving company; scared knowing what you’d lose. I’m you, when you laugh in the moments of indecisiveness, not knowing what to do. You’re me if you think what I say is…

Uhh..that’s it.

I wish I could make you my world, believe your existence gives meaning to existence itself but for what? As foolish as it sounds, this search for meaning and purpose of existence are fickle and minuscule compared to the grandeur of life we miss out on, blinded by dreams and ambitions fabricated by a social…

Ain’t no word.

“I’m a book” she said “you can either be a chapter or a page, you decide” I wanna be neither, honey; I either own the book or borrow.

Choices

They say it’s sealed, the fate. That everything is written in the stars, in the lines of your palm and the wrinkles on your forehead. You don’t decipher but unravel and sometimes it’s too late. We believe in what we’re told; Who are we to say? Open your eyes, brother, it’s not the prophecy which…

I’ve learned That there’s serenity in places what lead to nowhere; in questions that have no answers and answers that demand no questions. Don’t mistake it for ignorance, you, it is not. For I am free; free to make my own path, to seek answers and live to be a story.

Lost story

Ours is a story written in the sands, gone with the wind and love, washed away by waves of suspicion. Whatever was left of the memories burned in altars of our minds and here we stand hanging on to fallacies. I’ve been there before, to that heartbreak shore, wetting my feet in the tides of…

Food and hopes and shit

Mayonnaise drips from the bite and slides down my chin. Something is wrong but first lemme swallow this; I sniff the shawarma and it smells a little better than shit. “Did this chicken die last year? Why does it smell like a rotten carcass? And taste like one?” I never ate a rotten carcass before,…

Waiting.

She sat facing the window. The door’s locked tight, so were windows; Light barely crept in. Her body grew defiant and feeble with each passing day; decay has set in. She waited for rain.

Lost Hope

A spark of emptiness instigates fire in the forest. I feel the heat on my skin; there are voices, screaming and crying but nobody to be seen. I see footprints in the ashes and my trail, covered in flames. I move on. Following a highway on which I now walk naked, overexposed and shamed; Oh,…

Dreams

All I have are my dreams. What they are and where they come from? I know not, brother. They’re as lost as I am. I dream of everything, I dream of nothing; Everything is nothing and nothing becomes everything.

Beginning.

I see tears. I know they’re fears fighting their way out of your eyes. You’re dazed by consciousness and caprices, choices and consequences, fate and expectations and desire for deliverance. I hear prayers in your cries, see the regret in your pain, hope hidden somewhere in the wrinkles on your head. Whatever path you take…

Quack.

I’m that squeaky duckling floating in a bathtub, longing for life, waiting to be free. If only I could fly, if only I had wings. Will I ever feel alive?

Dreamland.

The shattered skies of my mind bleed rainbows. I follow the ghastly cries of the voices lost; finding solace in melancholy, searching for a remedy to cure my malady. Masked by colours of the rain, the world covers its Grays, every face, a masquerade. I’m blind to the hues now, searching for shadows that once…

Company.

Leaves fell as I walked in the garden of hope; it’s not just me that wandered this morning, after those bees, butterflies and dogs that went around. Cozy was the place like the world had a warm sweater on. Took a moment, said goodbye to the cold. I see a passerby smile, people waving hands…