Shit

“When I start working, I’m gonna get busy! A job I love that pays me well. Not a minute to spare.” That’s what I told myself through school and college and here I am, sitting on the western toilet seat wondering what I’m doing with my life and why there’s a phone in my hand…

Good morning.

My eye is on fire; there’s soap in it. I run into the wall trying to get that bristle stuck in between my teeth. I should change my brush. My toe hurts, I hit it against the bucket. What a morning, eh!? The door hits my knee as I open it and I slip while…

Food and hopes and shit

Mayonnaise drips from the bite and slides down my chin. Something is wrong but first lemme swallow this; I sniff the shawarma and it smells a little better than shit. “Did this chicken die last year? Why does it smell like a rotten carcass? And taste like one?” I never ate a rotten carcass before,…

Routine.

“It’s gonna be okay” I tell myself as I get dressed; almost ready for work. There’s breakfast on the table; not my favourite but it has to be eaten. Breakfast is the least complex thing to start with in the morning but it somehow stirs discomfort in my half empty stomach. Every step I take…

Good morning.

Oh fuck! I’m gonna be late; I hate being late. Threw the blanket aside, sprang from my bed and ran into the bathroom to grab my brush. Brushing is such a chore! All that spit and rinse and gargle… ugh! Somebody switch the water heater on! I’m fucking late! Why didn’t anybody wake me up?!…

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….

Dream on.

My father had a dream, so did his. When you stop dreaming, it’s life that you’ll see. I dare you to dream, A dream with legitimacy. Now ‘wake up’ makes more sense to me because our generation is as hopeless as it can be.

Where to?

Except for those street dogs in the suburb, loneliness loomed on this usually busy road. A few bikes went past me as I drove slow, soaking in the sunlight. It could’ve been a good day; everyday can be a good day, if only you could do something about it. On the left stood a bus,…

Welcome to my life

There are ghosts in my closet, I wear them to work There are demons under my bed, I talk them to sleep There’s a devil in my past, we’re together in the present My dad’s shirt fits me, it lies in that wardrobe I look dapper as ever But could never walk in his shoes…

How does it feel?

How does it feel to have the same routine everyday? You wake up, go out, come back home and repeat the same until you lost track of the last time you were happy with yourself? You have a phone but no one calls, there’s internet but no one texts, there’s YouTube and you watch either…

Moments

Ask these walls, they know your touch Look at these stairs, remember our steps? Those steamy hours of rush Tense moments of hush Clothes soaked in sweat I see you Gasping for breath There’s wildfire inside of you Burning me from beneath Let me set my demons loose Consider it penance Inside you lies my…