Droppings.

When I look into the skies, I wish I were a bird. They don’t stand for freedom, fuck that shit, but because I can shit on people and get away with it. I also think life is as random as bird droppings; not to birds, but us. Plus, I wanna know how it feels to…

If only

The sun comes up, the sun goes down and the moon comes around and it goes on and on. There’s sweetness in the air and reflections in water; I sense life in trees and I begin to wonder If The sky is a jar of honey, dim and golden; like the peak of my youth…

Post breakfast stress disorder

I don’t care what’s for breakfast as long as there’s breakfast. No matter what happens to the world, I’m unbothered. So many books have been left half read, a few are still unread. I spend money on useless things and regret, I repeat the same mistake and act like I forget. Don’t ask me about…

Thoughts of summer

If you could choose, would you choose at all? What happened to the times when trees whispered our names? it’s been quiet lately, I see rocks but none seem to tell those tales. From the endless orchards to aimless mountains, the seasons have searched for you; like a child that hasn’t come home from the…

Fading

Distant shores welcome a famished soul; a realm, neither hell nor heaven awaits the arrival and on this slender line connecting memory and abstraction, we walk. Into awareness. Into oblivion.

Free people

Society is controlled by influences, opinions fuel influence and mass opinions create stereotypes. When individual thought loses importance and crowd’s opinions stomp over individualism, there’s murder: of ideas and freedom. Freedom is an idea, of being able to act on one’s own will. To those who think freedom is a rich man’s vice and a…

Dark blues.

Echoing throughout these walls, I hear; in this emptiness I see, those long lost years, the newfound fears and abuse. We hold hands, we aren’t together, we say things but barely talk to each other. There’s no forgiveness surrounding us; there are no memories, only nightmares and tremors. All those nights blanketed by the stars,…

O simpleton

Keep digging, goDeeper and one day youMay find that oreOf native gold; your doorTo fortune and the worldYour soul is soldTo those glittering lights, thoseHysterical nights and lies someoneHas told. Treasures are people you knowAnd those you don’t; treasure is pleasuresOf youthAnd wisdom when you’re old. But keep digging, only then shall youBe wise, old…

Two sides and an answer

Why’s the world blue? Don’t we have enough? Every night I wonder, why does it have to be so big? Why can’t it be just next door? when I close my eyes, I hear questions with no answers. I see dreams with no definite ending. The world isn’t blue, it changes colours like skies. So…

Embrace – collaboration

In sickness, I wrote of health; in strength, I whined about ailment. Never once has one thing held true for itself, never once have I tried to embraceWhat I had been offered for there was no satisfaction in earthly events. It was fabrication that revealed traces of concealed intentions and sweet deceit.I await rains while…

Yo! choose.

We all got legs. Some run and others kneel. We all got hands. Some use them to create; others, to steal. There are hopes. Most die, some live. There is faith. Some sow, others reap. There are people. Most are slaves, others dream.

I welcome denial.

I looked for a friend, I found him in me. I lived in a world that breathed through me. I looked for myself and suddenly, the world seemed too big. Perspectives betray convictions as my world widens, one person at a time. I walked through words and intentions and neither made any sense. In the…

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…

Inbetween

I am a dream. A hope of forever and the certainty of never.

It doesn’t matter

I like it dirty. If you see me at a bakery munching on a burger, there’d be cheese all over my cheeks. Sometimes, my jeans may smell like spilled beer. There’d be fries littered on the table, the tomato sauce on the floor is understandable. My shirt is crushed and has stains, my jeans remains…

Questions and beginning.

The skies have always been bland, we filled them with dreams; the clouds never rained, our eyes were moist. Balloons fly, birds fly; tell me, why can’t we try? The pages were distant lands, we migrated; of memories and pain, we sing. Did you know? All we have to do is think. It never took…

So is life.

My heart is a crystal ball with an ecosystem inside. It expands in summers, contracts duringthe winters and celebrates a good rain. The sun shines through the woods of faith, waters of love flow around, like blood in veins. smell the soil and air, there’s life everywhere. Emotions and feelings live and breathe; eat and…

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.

Migraine

There’s a riot inside my head. I lay my ass down on the staircase, not fatigued but just in case. A million thoughts surge through my brain; a fatal collision and a decided division between the past and present indicate an unwanted descent of my sanity. Insanity. I laugh like a clown, draw doodles on…

Little things

I count on little things like blessings. The morning coffee, that last scoop of ice cream, bed, pillows, sheets, half read books, half eaten cookies, videogames and a hell lot of sleep. I take the same route to work, I miss public transport and the random people I encounter. The staircase keeps me company, it…

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…

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…

Passing

As tall as the tree grew, way back in 2002; a cold Wednesday morning, I rushed to the terrace and watched the skies as birds flew. Guessed it’s wherever or nowhere, I think I prayed a time or two. He still stood there, that silly old fool and I knew; walked to it, said “I…

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…

Distance

When her majesty collaborates. I walk a spiral. Sometimes up, sometimes down but most of the time, I’m unaware and numb. At least I’m moving. I see nothing but the spiral that I … Distance

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…

Routine – collaboration

I reminisce the same old memories, cry for the same reason, laugh at the same joke and write the same thing over and over again. Life itself is repetitive, what’s there in routine? There is a rhythm in chaos. I sway to the beats of psychedelic laughter; memories sneak out of my eyes and roll…

One more night

Through the tear drenched alleyways of memories, I walk the path of thorns inching through my skin, smiling and thinking of you. I still remember, the sky rained promises that night; why only nights? I’m scared of sunlight. The autumn has come now. No sign of clouds that carried our dreams. I look at the…

Lethargy

A spoonful of eternity in my coffee and a pinch of chocolate, that’s all I need this morning. All the time in the world is never enough to do the things I want to. “why?” I ask myself. I know the answer, I don’t know what I want. There are emotions littered on my bed…