It comes and goes.

I just don’t understand how the world works at all. I was jobless but happy then I was working and miserable. It’s only after I got out of college that I was interested in learning. I am surrounded yet I’m alone, they sat with me, ate with me and lived with me but not once…

I

I’m the voice that fades, the farther you move; I’m the path that goes nowhere. I’m that fragrance that’s lost in the air, I’m a story that’s concealed in pretence. They say people come and go. I am the one that goes.

Between

In a world where happiness is frowned upon, not celebrated; where sorrow is celebrated and not taken care of, In the cities ruled by tyrants, tyrants backed by cowards and cowards, fed by the greedy Where rebellion is suppressed, every voice, oppressed and freedom is for sale Those that live die Those who try, live…

I don’t know

How do you know someone? What do you say to that? We tend to explain under what circumstances we met and what led us here. Does that mean we know them?? We recognise people based on their traits and interactions. That’s getting acquainted but do we know them? If we don’t, how do we know?…

Yes I see them. Those clouds floating away abandoning my skies, making way to sunlight. The rains have gone and the days shall now be long; air carries the season’s warmth. I miss the cold, that chill down my spine; I shed the skin that I once called mine. A strange feeling of comfort creeps…

And my mind rambles on.

I still remember sitting alone on the staircase talking to myself. Sometimes I wonder, is it just me? Or do people go through this phase of not being able to make any friends? Man, I really miss that staircase. He sat with me, my friend; the one I couldn’t see but talk to, the one…

Story?

Oh it was a nice evening, perfect for a stroll. There were trees on either sides, like cliched philosophical and metaphorical representations. That little girl is walking with a balloon, looking at the clouds slowly scattering away, smiling. She was smiling, okay? Not the clouds. Not the clouds. Did I tell you that the balloon…

Cookies.

I got flies flying around my cookies; They must’ve gotten soft now, the cookies not flies. Flies are persistent as fuck. They just don’t give up and they’re pretty badass, man. They poop and vomit when they land on you. I grabbed the cookie and tried to take a bite, had no idea what I…

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.

Worlds.

We always consider the world to be one single entity. When are we going to realise that we build our own individual worlds? What if I say that every person has his own world? The world is small because we create it ourselves. It's limited to people we meet, places we visit and things we…

Doubts.

In a world filled with stars In a galaxy full of worlds I wander As an insignificant speck of dust I look at the sun, in daylight Under the dark sky And moonlight, I wonder Why do we talk to stones? Believe in an existence, unknown? What is sin? What is just? What are morals?…

Issues.

The bag flew right into the tubelight spawning sparks as the glass frame shattered all over. There were students trying to bring the black board down and partially succeeded as it was too heavy and tightly fixed. Within seconds, all of the lights were broken and shattered, fans had their wings bent towards the ceiling,…

At the bottom of every bottle In the smoke exhaled Amongst the women I've been with And in drops of water, Everytime I bathed Out of the closed doors, Inside the world I roamed Behind every tear I wasted And emotions that had me drowned Every second I breathe, Every step I took I searched…

I picked up the fallen Leaves that dried up Looking at the branches As sunlight pierced through I knew then, Fallen things are even more Beautiful because they make way For newer things Tight was my grip, yet They slipped right Through my fingers You were right, father Stronger your hold, Weaker your grip All…

People.

You search for butterflies Yet live a life of misery and lies You play a game, Everytime you change the name You want to be remembered But all you do is ignore You want what you want But never care for someone who wants you Nothing is never enough When you don't know What you…

Presence

Atop the highest mountain In the deepest sea On the harshest soils And heavy winds You'll hear me whisper You'll hear me sing Feel my presence? But nowhere to be seen I'm the thunder I'm in the quakes Inside the twister, I'm a tidal wave In your anger, Behind the smile, When you walk the…