It went up and down; the road to me, appeared like a wave. I see people go about and I watch, like a tombstone at a grave. Sometimes I wish there was an epitaph engraved, on my forehead so people could read; what I was and what I could never be. The wind strokes my…
Worth.
If I had money, I’d name a star after you. It’s relatively cheap, I know. I’d do it. If I had the money. I’m a poor lad, you see. Now I name every fucking star yours. I am crazy not dumb. Rich men name the stars but poor men own the skies. Fuck yeah.
Loneliness.
I swallowed stars to water my dreams, I drowned the skies 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; I wait here…
Lush green
I got a basket full of sunshineAnd a bottle full of windI hid warmth in my palmsAnd winters in my heartI wait for you in the gardenOf fairies and hopeI have a heart full of wishesAnd a mellow soulIf you want meFind meWalking down the slope
It’s nothing.
I’ve got nothing. The editor is open right in front of my eyes and I stare at the screen as I tear up because of the strain or maybe it’s just the existential dread making it’s way out. Love is in the air, sex is everywhere and both are overrated. There’s no point in writing…
Opinion🤷🏻♂️
They say every girl is unique in her own way; they also say girls are all the same. I say why not both?? No two girls are the same, until they become your girlfriend. Ps. Don’t start ranting about men, por favor. (Also: like I give a shit)
Dafuq!?
She turned towards her best friend who was in dire need of someone to help her out of the rut she’s in and said “why don’t you seek Prem’s help? He still loves you.” “I humiliated him, rejected him multiple times, made a fuss out of nothing, slapped him and kicked him out of my…
Broken things – collaboration
She had a thing for everything broken. Believed broken things had better stories to tell and treasured them all. Bits and pieces of broken bangles, Cute little charms from a broken bracelet, Her grandpa's broken vintage radio, Her father’s broken watch and as she grew up, Broken hearts! Time has passed and broken hearts left…
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.
Shamble – collaboration
It’s real, it’s right yet unusual . Do I say it? Or just watch us moving apart? The dream that I want to chase, I let it pass me by, within the blink of an eye. Who decides fate? Sometimes it's best to let things be, hoping to escape misery. But sometimes I wonder; What…
If I were a book written in a language that you don’t know and you bought it without noticing, would you learn the language or throw me away??
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.
Somewhere in the middle.
I don’t know if goodbyes lead to new hellos but I do know that every hello might be a fucking goodbye. When doubts are certain, how certain are we with our maybes??
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…
Stardust
Of course we’re all stars. We’re close from afar but there’s distance as you move closer; there’s heat radiating from all the emotional fusion and fission and we know we’ll break one day or another; imploding, creating a black hole. Everything falls apart. No light shall escape.
Leave.
I should’ve been there. I know. It should’ve been my T shirt, not your pillow that soaks up your tears; should’ve been my ears not the walls that hear. The pavement that I sit on isn’t cozy, Y’know.. my face rests in my palms, I’m restless. The stillness of this moment has me perturbed. I…
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.
Tears
Cowards cry in rain, they’re afraid of pain. What is sorrow that’s not felt when tears crawl down your eyes like razors cutting through skin? I’m not afraid; to face, to embrace, to fade. Again. I refuse to comply to their subjective morals, those flawed beliefs and pointless faith with a distorted sense of self…
I’m fine!
It rained flowers that evening, filling our lungs with fragrance. Roads covered in colours like dreamland. Trees looked like cotton candy and grass tickled my feet. Oh this was the path I’ve always dreamt of, somewhere new, a place filled with love and hope. I fucking despise flowers And I’m glad dreams don’t come true.
Sensation
A tingling sensation crawls down my back; the kisses my skin now misses. The wind hugs me from behind, can’t get your hands off of my mind and I still feel like our fingers are intertwined. I’m not scared of mornings anymore, every day gets me a little closer to you. Now I know, it…
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…
Rumination
From torn sketches to lost books, it has been a tedious ride. I remember the wind in my hair and sunlight on my face as I rode my bicycle to school and the tears that ran down my cheeks because of broken things. I’ve travelled miles of years from dusk till dawn, bound to people…
High and low
Take me there, to the top of the mountain; with skies above and clouds below. Let me lose my breath trying to make my way, I know I’m not here to stay but this keeps me sane. How far is it, the truth? How deep is the ocean of lies? Do I walk or drown?…
Lost things.
It’s been so long. The drawer squeaks when it pull it out. That’s where your letters are, hidden away from the malice of this demented world. The innocence those words carry, the world these letters hide and a life that has been washed away in tears over the years render me motionless and numb. My…
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…
Letting go
From the rightmost corner of the bottom on the edge, emerged the pungent grey smoke. A pale blue flame engulfs the photograph. There’s oxygen in the air, disgust on my mind and pain in this life. It burns. Like the photograph. I set my cigarette on fire. It burns through my lungs as I take…
Love rhyme.
I painted my bike blue, jumped out in bright yellow shoes and rode straight to you. Hop on, you know where I’m lured, those mountains are calling, I promise, it’s an enchanting view. The sky is changing hues, sun makes way to the moon, wanna know the truth? I am in love with you. Of…
Secrets.
She stands behind the curtain, always concealed; It takes her shape where she stands, only revealing her feet. I ask her questions, she answers me; the other times, she barely speaks. Is she naked? Is she scarred? The secrets are openly buried. Not one step forward, not one behind, she’s in the shadows, scarily quiet.…
Stop!
Hey babe! It's about time, Gonna say it now; Why don't you shut the fuck up, Stop calling it love?
Happiness.
In this garden I walk; where the birds sing, fragrant flowers blossom and gargantuan trees dance in perfect synchrony. And butterflies added to the symphony. The birds were crows and I hate crows that sing; Floral fragrances are suffocating. I then realise, to feel butterflies in my stomach, I don’t have to swallow them.
