Dark Side of the Moon

When I walk, I walk alone; The tenders of my feet caress these rough barren lands each night,and from what I knowmy tears, sometimes, water them; I doubt if they are fond of me,if they appreciate my presence,or, if they can’t stand me, can they? Do they despise watching me invade their previously unwavering abandonment?Do …

Shadows

What is hiding in the shadows?Who is this demon? How have I not crossed paths with it yet? I have been lurking around in this darkness since the dawn of this moonless night.Who is this ghoul that managed to save itself from my quest? Has my search been hasty? Have I missed some corners? I …

The Leap

The Sun is shining down upon your brow, making it gleam until it shines enough to deserve your glory.  The grass under your feet is tender- as tender as this newborn beginning of your life-long journey. Tender enough to be cradled to the glee of their greens.  The path ahead is unbiased, unforked- leading you …

clichés.

It is a fresh sunny day. You are strolling on this narrow street beside a park, listening to children giggling, riding high on their summer spirits. The grass is tender. It is like a newborn baby that just made its way out of its mother's womb; too scared to face the world, but too pure …

Cages…

Our history has known cages; Of all kinds and characters. The one with bars of gold And the others with floors of dirt. The ones which held the innocent And the others which freed the ghouls. But not very often, When you walk through the pages Of your own history, You land up Imprisoned. Imprisoned …

That book…

That rugged and withered wooden door...it stood in front of me as it greeted my somber mask... A mask, my soul wore with pride. My hand reached out for the door knob and rested at it for a while. I stared at my hand....with eyes hollow enough to engulf the world around me. Paying my …

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