Favours.

I wish I could watch the stars all night. Alone. I ask nothing of the world, I’m too generous for that. All I need is some time alone. Looking outside the balcony is painful, everything is so far away. This is when I feel like the world is being a bitch to me. I just…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Cripple

He’s non compos mentis; athree legged dog hungry for a run. There are stars that you can’t chase; those are what he went after. Day after day, night after night. What did he want? He never knew; If only he could get his hands on one. The universe is filled with such things, one as…

Flappy bird

I am a caged bird. The door is always open, I don’t long for freedom and my wings are burdened by weights of broken dreams. I look at the skies and sing, I walk on the ground in the evenings. It’s the nights that trouble me; the question isn’t if I can fly, it’s where…

A place to be

Look where we have arrived; this place shines bright at night. They’re swimming in tears, tripping on guilt, these ailing bipeds and dancing to music of breaking hearts. “To glory” they say, the hedonists who reign their own worlds, going down the spiral of caprice and sin. Avarice had plagued them since long but look…

Belief.

Y’know what scares me? Real people suffering because of differing options and beliefs on fictional entities that remain unaffected by human interference. Are we that delusional? When I look at things, I know That United we fall and divided we stand. Look deeper and you’ll see everything is a mere belief; from The value of…

Causality

It is a world of consequences. One thing causes another and it’s an undeniable fact. Sometimes you get your ass kicked by an asshole and sometimes, it’s because you are the asshole. The action is a consequence and the action has a consequence. How you see the world depends on how you perceive things. You…

Happiness

There are paths to happiness. They say happiness is in you, you have to look within. It’s often said that happiness is a journey, not a destination. You move through it, not reach. What do you notice? Where did sadness go?? Look closer, it has always been here. Suffering makes you realise what happiness feels…

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…

Motivation.

We only got one life. Everything that you have or had won’t matter sooner or later; the ones that looked and felt so important to you will become obsolete. The constant pressure of making a living and a will to survive robs us off of the life in the present moment. Can we stop for…

You and I

I’m you, when you fight yourself, resisting change, looking for something new and crying over what to choose. I’m you, when you are recluse, craving company; scared knowing what you’d lose. I’m you, when you laugh in the moments of indecisiveness, not knowing what to do. You’re me if you think what I say is…

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…

Insides. -collaboration

A white light takes over the night; I am as cold and dead inside. Shrouded in darkness, I lay and stare at the starless sky, gazing into the past, lost in the dwindling moments. I lose myself for the first time; don’t know what peace feels like, it’s been a while. A fog descends from…

“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.

Motionless.

For once I wanted to stop And look, even if it’s for a second; to see what happens when I stop but then I realise I wasn’t moving at all and the world ceases for no one.

I hear you.

I hear crickets, I hear croaking frogs and see cattle graze around. A highway far away catches my eye, it looks like a pathway into the skies. It’s all white and blue up there, uniformity; something uncommon. I notice a group of monkeys walk past me like I didn’t even exist. My ears are whizzing…

A writer’s whisper – collab

The inkling in my handSeeks refuge,Urging me to jot it down,A revolt rages within. My soul tries to breaks the walls of the dungeon,It craves to be let out;The pen is a prison,Paper is the land far away.Letting go would mean pain,There is no liberty without a price;Writing is evil,Something that I need to survive….

Beauty

You speak of beauty in imperfections, say the moon has got spots on him; those are craters, nimwit, dents that don’t receive sunlight. I look at the depth hiding in darkness, you search for vandalised surface. Beauty lies not in imperfections but perceptions. The more damage we take, the more depth we have; flaunt your…

Dreams

All I have are my dreams. What they are and where they come from? I know not, brother. They’re as lost as I am. I dream of everything, I dream of nothing; Everything is nothing and nothing becomes everything.

Dreamland.

The shattered skies of my mind bleed rainbows. I follow the ghastly cries of the voices lost; finding solace in melancholy, searching for a remedy to cure my malady. Masked by colours of the rain, the world covers its Grays, every face, a masquerade. I’m blind to the hues now, searching for shadows that once…

This darkness

I rubbed my finger against the wall and it turned black like my shadow, dense and opaque. Whatever I touched, wherever I went, obscured; all the light absorbed. Nothing emitted, nothing gets out. There are no roads, neither a path, not one direction yet I walk. The world bled red but why it did was…

Hopes.

I looked up to the sky and hoped for nothing. What could it even offer? I wanted the world That’s already been sold. They say it is cold But then, you sell your soul To faith, to work, to life and oh! Love! Kisses, never moist, eyes, always closed; Words so deep, voices shallow. Freedom…

Come on in.

I think of blues as flowers grow out of the bruise; the rusty old chair sings songs of you. Eyes have shrunk, tears have dried, wrinkles on my skin have nothing to hide. Life was bittersweet, people fell like teeth; I wash my hands with a few good deeds; you know, to live is to…

Us.

The skies never fell It’s us that did; how dare we Turn the world into metaphors When we ourselves are one!

Voids.

I thought I had wings and dreamt of flight, only to realise they were hands. Could barely crawl, yet life had me running after people and things. Everything was quiet and it was too late before I found my voice. I searched for myself through the eyes of people and ways of the world; now…

Sinful heart

Through the crevices of my broken heart leaks a dim light, the fleeting moments of joy; A Crimson world manifested by my bleeding eyes.