I have come to pray again!

To us writersa blank paper is like a shrineand our hearts are the offering We tread linesbleeding,our pens lead the way We write to plead our truthsbut human minds are delusional-to them,our misery is poetry! I said too much,bared too deep-the world grew tired; People told me to weep somewhere elsehad I not wept enough!Worse?I …

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 Moon

I had sworn. I had sworn I will never write about the Moon.  It did. It made me gasp at its beauty each time I looked at it; filled me with endearing wonderment for the silver it spilled; had me looking for a braveheart who had the courage to bring it down for me; I kept …

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