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 …
Should You?
Have you ever paused just for the sake of it? You know, standing still on an old path, in the midst of a swarm… rushing through life just like you.You find yourself greeting a strange kind of silence in that one moment. A silence, almost too magnetic for you to ever wish for a breakthrough. …
You will heal…
Glass boxes don't sing lore to the warriors of freedom when the skies fall and the waters rise. But, skies don't fall and waters don't rise in vain; they sob in vile. There are a number of things that may conjure disdain into this world, but no other blade yearns to be struck with thunder …
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 …
i have felt alone.
Often, in life, you spend your lazy Sunday afternoons staring at the ceiling and missing… Someone. Something. Everything. These are the times when you can't help but fall down an abyss of old and dusted picture albums. The pages turn so fast that this show seems like an unending retro movie titled, "All the times …
Broken Cursives…
Have you ever lost your heart in the hems of broken cursives? It's a mystic realm that draws you in... like a black hole is known to snatch the world away. To the people of stones and metal, it may seem like forbidden magic when a poet holds your hand and walks you through the …
When Jasmines begin to smell like Lavenders!
Love stories! They are like broken glass beads thrown ashore to the dead sea! You, as a lone bystander, may happen to step upon the sharp ones every other fortnight! Then, you may bleed a little and your lips may sin to mumble a soft curse at their beauty. When that happens… don’t fret away …
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Dear ‘home’
We live in a lost world. We are wanderers, miserable vagabonds! We feed on anger and breathe out fires, then cry at the sight of burnt cities and homeless hearts. We gulp tears and our eyes bleed, then we frown at the sight of spilled gore. We smoke ashes, bathe in swamps, wear mere shreds …
Ghosts…
“Do you believe in ghosts?” Yeah… They live in my closet, And yours too, Don’t they? There are nights, when I wake up, Lying in this pool of sweat, Or... is that blood? I never chose to know... Those eerie nights, I hear then growl, Or… is that, their kind of a scream? I never …
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