Failure

When practicality deems life an insignificant concept, is there any choice but to treat your own life as insignificant? The counter-argument is that life has so much to offer, whereas the alternative only offers a finality. Life may offer you something that you unarguably prefer over not existing at all. What do you choose? I … Continue reading Failure

Falling

I take a step forward and feel nothing under my feet. Spreading my wings, like a bat in the night, I feel the cool upward draft. My wet clothes cling to my body, they don't want to let me go. I open my eyes. It's still dark, of course. It's only the moon shining above … Continue reading Falling

Cold Nights

The roads are dimly lit, a little darkA little silent, not even the dogs barkMy clothes are a little thin, almost starkAnd the cold cold wind, daggers my skinHouses on both sides, leak warm light,Leak warm chatter that is so tempting,so teasing, without offering an inviteeliciting a muted laugh from withinI keep on walking at … Continue reading Cold Nights

Poems vs Prose

There has been a lot of time since my last post which isn't actually a poem. A poem serves no purpose. It is an easier to gulp down the emotions. It seems like I put in some work while creating some rhymes but the truth is, rhymes are way easier than writing something with a … Continue reading Poems vs Prose

Drunk text

Oi oi oi oi.. I am drunk right now So it might not be the best that I have ever written.... I think i have tried this beforei In order to be more spontaneous, but you know how these things go, I have tried this before and I dodid not come up woth something substantial. … Continue reading Drunk text

The Shape of Me

I sit in my garden and watch my house crumble to dust I breathe it in and my blood starts to rust There are demons below in my well, they growl in lust The angels hovering above squeak in disgust The soil below pulls down on my threads The worms inside devour them to shreds  … Continue reading The Shape of Me

An empty vase

An empty vase, as it stills itself on some wood.The most commanding presence in the room.A glance up and suddenly down,as one felt something, wondering whether he should."Look elsewhere", the corner, the broom,the ceiling, the walls, the people around.But no eyes meet, all are on the vase.Hands reach out to claim and turn to dust.And … Continue reading An empty vase