This is for being a good person, man. “I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” Oscar Wilde For they never cry,doesn't mean they never want to.Expressing is hard, Vulnerability is marred.Effeminate he is, unmanly he is'Mask your emotions', the… Continue reading Never Want To
flowers or ammunition People at war with themselves will always cause collateral damage in the lives of those around them. John Green They couldn't sleep, As another streak of bombs went reflecting through the window, And there it was A vast sound, a cry, A groan, Hid underground, praying for life, Every night, as they… Continue reading Escape Or No Escape?
maybe, yes. Strange how we decorate pain.Margaret Atwood It's 2 am , I'm not in love, Not even in friendship, Not under the influence of alcohol. While talking on the phone, I wanted to get rid of that contact Maybe for a while, Maybe for a lifetime. Disapproval thoughts makes me want to believe- they're… Continue reading Sparks
It's time to write a new story. To begin, begin.William Wordsworth There’s this sense of a beginningas the day is breaking,with lambent rays and homely feels,on the skin, as my mind heals.Ran, oh ran, and ran, I back then,For the lost soul is back home once again.There's this sense of a genesis,‘Just, just for you!'… Continue reading A Beginning
Unfinished. “There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” Zora Neale Hurston Restraint. Incarcerated. Void, overpowering and pacing. Overthinking, Teardrops, bashing for the imperfections, Terrified to meet new people; Now terrified to meet old ones too. If there was a demarcation between the old and new, stuck somewhere between the two. Goosebumps with… Continue reading Undone
and in the middle of my chaos, there was you. Heart, void as a sea shell like, Like love letters in the sand. Your voice in the head like, Like the sea tells tales to the soul. Losing you like, Like you were sand and pebbles, Slipping away each time, My heart wouldn't settle. I… Continue reading Like You, Like Me
Political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable. Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it, misdiagnosing it and then misapplying the wrong remedies.Mark Twain Men, screaming, perishing, This turmoil in the commonwealth is not dying. Fire ignited, blazing high, Benevolent actions, human rights, defied. Rising brutality, declining existentialism,… Continue reading Broken
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. The colour of springtime is in the flowers; the colour of winter is in the imagination. Terri Guillemets. Sunny days and mellow vibes, So blue and light are these skies. Trees towering high above me, From the small window that's all I can see. Darkish pigeons are at my window… Continue reading Today-Today