Things

I always thought the noises inside conch shells are voices of spirits trapped inside and cawing crows, ancestors paying visits. Clouds became grounds for castles and air carried whispers from time immemorial. There were thunder and lightning because gods were in battle and rain was celestial tear stops (or god taking a shower). When I…

To my muse.

It saddens me.You were here looking at me, smiling; I open my eyes to darkness that surrounds me. The same darkness brings you back again when I close my eyes and I’m beguiled. Dreams are prisons and memories are torments; yet we surrender. Wilfully. The only answer I can give to any question that has…

Blind fish.

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…