I barely know you, yet ask, Must reformation require your recognition, Or is it identity? A warm lonely night, a dusty steep plight, A wish for a secret companion now; A world lucid dreaming an unreal night, A wasted desire for solitude’s “how”. So you’re warm and lonely, and here I am, So it’s a […]
Read more "A Warm Lonely Night"What rhyming references have I not yet made? Life, strife, pain, restrain, what yet remains in the pursuit of the rhyme, what yet remains unused by ignored time? When both questions and answers seem overused, and the words coming out of these hands seem overused, repetition is unwanted, cliche’ is unwarranted, right is left and […]
Read more "Renaissance"When do things end? When is the hope fulfilled, when do we reach the end, when do we find what we’re looking for, when we don’t know what that is? Because for as long as this question is unanswered, all experience is only an endless train of doubts and false hopes, for when can we […]
Read more "What Never Ends"Perhaps I’m back there where I know not my place, Afraid of every crowded room, every doubt, every race. For I used to write, as I used to look around, To search for those eyes, that hair, or that smile. I believed I would always know, It would be feeling, and a rustle, and life […]
Read more "Words spoken within a sigh"“The saddest leave the least of clues.”
Read more "A Defense of Solitude"Are there common paths that men tread, in this world of white, black, grey and every other colour that we believe to exist? Because it seems so, that no matter how much you search for more, you have only these colours to imagine, nothing more. I want to find a color never experienced, a lapse […]
Read more "A Heavenly Troll"Why not fly?
Read more "Why not fly?"Footsteps in the dark, I hear a silent patter of feet, not coming towards me but moving away. It’s past midnight.
Read more "Illuminate!!"I haven’t slept the last two night, not really. Yet I’m faced with a crisis, a crisis of my identity and self. Time waits for no one yet I have spent my time rushing past, forgetting what peace truly means. I didn’t sleep the last two nights, yet I was peaceful, calm, without blood throbbing […]
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