Together now

I have lived, I have loved; I have lived enough to know how fickle it is, that love. Like petals, I plucked those memories from the flowers of my past relationships. And days breeze past like leaves in autumn from the tree of life. There are puddles on the way and I leave no footprints;…

Attires.

My old man changed like his coats that hung behind the door. Sometimes dark, sometimes light. His shirts never matched the coats, neither was he always right. Always right is mostly wrong, I guess. A man changes clothes like snake sheds it’s skin, only when it’s necessary. I may be wrong but I don’t care…

Midday blues

Chewing on the cream filled bun, I raise my other hand and a leg and roll over to the other side. I’m sleepy. This is how good I am in bed. I always have been. Last time I checked, I was telling myself to quit eating sugar. Scratch that. I’m glad there’s no unfinished work…

Stupid little things

Some days are like bubbles in beer. They keep popping and you chug them down. What is beer then? I have no idea. Why do we even need one? A million things in this world defy logic, like uneducated people ruling over educated masses. A good day is like a drunk father, the emotional abuse…

Desire

I wanted my life to be a fable; so I had become the story teller. The world, my audience and I, a liar. I wished for them to be merry; so they have become my joke and I, their jester. I desired for nothing; but the world had become desirable and I, miserable.

Consumed

The world is pink with faces tattooed with innocence. Everyday life greets me with an open mind, winds, chimes and abundance. The rivers that flow inside my body leak through my fingernails, from the bites that cut my skin. Unknown faces sang for each other, distances that separated are also the roads that connected every…

Liars

Numbness has lost its meaning. You felt no pain before but now you do and you chose to ignore, say you’re numb. I see you lying in the bed, staring at the ceiling. All the pain inside amplified by hope is eased by your dreams. That’s the thing about dreams, you live them like they’re…

Goodness!

I’ve always imagined myself to be good but when I realised the expanse of ‘good’, it had become more evil than it’s supposed to be; The nonexistence of existing convictions left a void that no fabricated morals could fill. A restless search for meaning that began with a disquiet in my heart left me stranded…

Flaws.

There’s something wrong in the metaphors and truth in ironies. We need one to make us happy, another to take it away.

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…

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…

Us.

We’re stories. You, me, him, her; we all are and the best part is not knowing what’s true. So tell me, who are you?

Naïveté

I closed my eyes and took a leap of faith; Of blind faith. “There’s air in the waters” they said. Why have I not been told That I can’t breathe?

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…

Stranded.

I feel it. The stab in my back. A Dagger piercing through my skin; pain surges inward and I hear the voices dying. Drops of blood resemble liquefied rubies, oh so red! I walk barefoot; The stink and sin of fallen things haunt my feet. Disappearing faces, misleading noises, fallen roses and broken promises! What…

Uhm…

It’s conflicting, this life. We were told suffering was inevitable but nobody said happiness is temporary. Why’s there pain in accomplishments and pleasure in trivialities? Why are we taught the opposite? Do we realise that all of those are momentary? Why’s there an end? Why does anything have to begin at all? Why’s there pain…

This time.

Over the tear lean my lips pressing against your moist cheeks. I’ll take the salt in, ruffle your hair and pull back; it’ll leave you smiling. Maybe I’ll bump my forehead into yours, maybe I’ll play with your fingers, just maybe, I might hug you till you snore. Look at me, darling, look and me…

Ironies.

Truth when questioned enough becomes a lie; Lie that’s believed turns into the truth. Questions are answered yet No answers are questioned; Freedom is not fundamental, Rights aren’t right when used. I’ve lost belief in faith, There’s no faith in what I believe.

Hope.

Sometimes we fall, sometimes we land; The leap is inevitable. Fool your mind, tell it you’ll fly. Isn’t that what hope is?

A chance.

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…

Lies.

“Whatever I did, I did, for you.” She told him. “Whatever I did, I did, for him.” She told them “Whatever they did, they did, for themselves.” they whispered. “I hate them all” he said to himself.

W h y ?

Why do you call yourself broken? Why do you seek sympathy? When you’re the cause And yours is the effect? Why do you say you’re strong? Why do you call them weak? All you have is pride Even when you’re down.

It’s a joke.

The world is an arena.; society is a circus. Your time is money, your interest, an investment. Please be seated according the social classes mentioned on your tickets and buckle up. I’m gonna tell you a joke, it’s called life. Who am I? I’m the fucking comedian.

Random Thoughts.

Can I just walk away and not come back? In a world where there’s no right or wrong, from a place where people laugh, singing a sad, sad song, where I’m unaware of myself but conscious of others; may I not ask, just leave? Don’t you think it’s too much to ask? To not look…

Tell me..

Sometimes I feel Like Life is a dream And what I dream Is what I live. Opening my eyes to fantasy, Closing my eyes to reality, Tell me, my friend, Is certainty the new fallacy?

The End.

For a lifetime, you say, In that lie, I lay Dreaming of the day I’d fly Never realizing There exists no sky No roads to converge Neither a divide You might be the sun, But baby I’m the night

Just see

There’s this trap, you see When you fall, Can’t snap out of it, All those comforting words Do nothing but mislead Why do you look elsewhere When I wait for you right here? Why are you blown away By someone who was never there? When the sweetness wears off, my dear I’m scared you’ll be…

Lullaby

Put me to sleep, and I Cross my heart, hope to die This will be the Final lullaby

I imagined you to be someone You were not I convinced myself to love you Everytime you didn’t I faked a smile Everytime I cried I faked my tears That always made you smile One thing was for sure I was your monster And you were mine We loved our masks And boy, did we…

Oh my!

He stood in the end Of the lane, at the bend A group of four “I don’t see them” I’d pretend Please don’t say my name Don’t yell at me I’m ashamed Why me? Is it only ‘cuz I’m weak? It’s been more than I can take this week Everytime you pass by A part…