Under the weather.

Why are plastic chairs slippery? I stretch my legs on the wall and my ass slips forward. It’s irritating. What do I do though? It’s great out there in the backyard this time of the day, everyday. The sky traffic is constantly on the move. There are things better than human interaction. The plants under…

Monsoon blues

It rained this morning. It rained yesterday and the day before. I sat by the door peering out, distressed as my routine is at stake. For someone who’s bored by regimen, I’m desperately looking forward to something usual. The world seemed to be at a standstill except for the rain. My hands aren’t full but…

I think

For years I’ve thought – Of the living, of the dead: if they’d go to hell, if hell is real. Then there were the living dead, living what they dread. If there was a meaning, if that meaning had a purpose: to all of this/us and and then there were none. About the home you…

Things

That awful toothpaste, the rough towels, unpressed clothes, stinky socks, those old shoes, the daily commute; Tasteless music, bland food and words unsaid; Traffic, honking, the job you hate, headaches, pills and people. It’s amazing what you can get used 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…

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…

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,…

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…

As it is.

My shoes are always hungry for my feet; I know my heart isn’t ready for the world at large. My feet lust for soil and hands, for mud and dirt. I could run up the mountain with sweat gushing down my forehead, I’m ready for the flesh wounds, not afraid to wipe that blood. I’m…

Thoughts

What do I mourn for? And whom? I do not cry for the dead, the lifeless, those at rest. Aren’t we effigies of our own thoughts, convictions and actions. My tears are for the ones living, those caught in between misery and ecstasy.

It’s nothing.

I’ve got nothing. The editor is open right in front of my eyes and I stare at the screen, eyes tired and leaky 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 about them. Maybe I…

I..uh…

I think. Sometimes it’s all I can do; sometimes it’s what I cannot. Sometimes it’s not the time, sometimes it’s just sometimes. It’s just time or maybe it isn’t; I don’t know. When I want to know, I don’t know what I have to know. When I do, I don’t want to. It’s complicated. Everything…

Freedom

She showed me a balloon, said it personified freedom. I asked her “why?”, “it floats around, goes wherever it wishes to, that’s why.” But a thread knot keeps it from deflating. There’s no absolute freedom. It’s a myth. You are tied even when you’re free. (Have I told you the air gradually decreases and balloon…

Drowning

Everything’s gonna be alright. What an illusion! A hope inspiring lie! But why? I walk the same road I was on twelve years ago, in shoes that bared my toes. The boots are now strong and the story is too long, unfit to be a song. My shoulders that were once free now carry the…

Normal.

What is normal but the feeling of comfort and relevance? You might tell me I’m wrong, say normal is something that’s acceptable and repeating; now tell me this, would you accept discomfort when it’s not needed? Would you tolerate if it’s irrelevant? Whatever happens is normal until you decide it isn’t. What is normal to…

Morning thoughts.

Y’know, sometimes I wish there’s something called fate. It’s wishful thinking and everything that’s predetermined sounds like a dream come true because you’d know if you’d succeed or suck balls but we’re stuck in this partly predictable consequential mess of a world that has unpredictable outcomes. Everything affects everything. Fuck y’all.

Still.

You say I’m an aimless soul, lacking ambition and grit. What do you know of the perils in choosing? The comfort in stillness and eventuality of stagnation and degradation? Let me be, o restless one; I have what you don’t but don’t have what I want.

“It’s a beautiful world” they tell me. Who am I to deny? You see what you seek but it is different to me; you see the world as one and to me, everyone has one. Even the world itself. To hell with beauty.

Changes.

I’ve had answers; plenty of them. “What do you want to be?” They asked me. I’ve had answers, man. Didn’t even think twice, “I’ll be the king of the world” and it’d sound right. Things changed. I had answers, no reasons yet happy; now there reasons and no answers. Am I happy? I wish I…

Losing yourself.

Sometimes I look at the clouds and wonder, are they as lost as I am? My thoughts drift across the sky with the clouds up high. Then I realise even losing yourself comes at a price.

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…

I think, I don’t.

Thinking is hard: It’s like I can’t think when I try to think because my thinking fails to realise even trying to think is also thinking. What do I think about ? That mirror that makes me look at myself even if I don’t want to ? Or that tap that keeps leaking no matter…

Solace.

This is a good place to be; in the middle of this field away from morals, convictions and judgements. I close my eyes and hear whatever is happening around me. It’s quiet. I found solace, I’ve missed this. Lush green farms surround me; trees and grass sway with the wind like they’re dancing. Why should…

Argh!

The clock is ticking. I look around, look at people and notice the guy beside me is saying something. I nod and laugh. What was the joke? No idea. He blabbered on. Ugh! It’s raining outside; I see rain drops on the window glass. Wind was scarily loud. My phone keeps ringing, fuck that shit….

Minutes of midnight.

I should’ve closed the window. The calendar slaps itself against the wall making too much noise; I check my phone for the clock. When was the last time I looked for date? It’s not that there’s always something important but when was it? I walk to the calendar and try to guess what day it…

Unrelated.

Life sometimes gets so hopeless that there’s nothing else one can do but laugh and Tears don’t taste good anymore. Emotions have abandoned me a long time ago, these are the days of apathy. Crises give meaning to existence. My soul encompasses the universe and scars are galaxies with stories hidden in plain sight. There…

Alive

The great grief floods my insides; I drown, suffocate, lose my breath and now I know; I’m alive.

It’s cold. The blanket doesn’t do its job, I shiver a bit but I’m okay. What time is it? What does it matter? The walls that surround me have stories of their own, they listen to people. It’s good that they don’t speak, imagine the horrors we’d face if they did. Silence is serene. So…

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…

Collab! (nothing too crazy, I swear)

Hey Patients! I’m having a tough time writing poetry and I wanted to do sumn different. I proposed a collaboration in which I ask a question about … Collab! (nothing too crazy, I swear) So finally! Finally!!! A collab with the one that’s always so aloof and elusive! I’m really glad you came up with…