[141] Echoes of Silence

You left your memories To echo in this empty room Each corner of which hides the fragrance of your lilac breath The walls capture your heels when I held you by the waist It feels as if this is a riverbed of my insecurities This empty room It’s a result of avoidance of my pain [...]

[140] Wasted Times

Stillness without contentment is just anxiety brooding. You can have the laziest day turn into a day of rest or it can turn into a day of sulking over your lack of productivity. Being holed up in a room and catching up with yourself can be tiring in an ironical way. Introspection takes effort and [...]

[139] The Last Word

It was one of those conversations where the word "love" was mentioned 31 times where it felt for the first time that with all this distance between us space can feel suffocating too It was one of those conversations where the word "bye" was mentioned 55 times and yet we talked regardless letting every sound [...]

[138] Detonation in 3…2..1

I let my eyes adjust to the dark to let it uncover its secrets to let it overcome me somehow to show the potential of what we become if we give in to the vices and all the temptation that comes with it All your philosophy of life that you neatly lifted from minds alike and [...]

[137] An Ode to Stupidity

The weight of my intelligence weighs on my stupidity and I carry it like an exercise in style but waiting for you to tell me that sometimes intelligence is negligent and some rawness of our mind is elegant where nothing comes out of a filtered brain and all you care is to get that weight [...]

[136] Exagerrated Truth

To substitute for life I create art and in its wilful expression I find myself sometimes lurking in the corners of nowhere lost and fearful of what lays ahead but still holding on to what good lies behind Entangled in the mood of Tokyo I create haphazard memories of tomorrow Neon lights droop over my melancholy [...]

[135] #NaPoWriMo [1/30] {Book of Shame}

Buying words only not to read because the will to write them sometimes surpasses the stream of thought needed to hold a book and just be Even though I don't read enough I still buy them to keep them in my cupboard like the secrets I horde that I'm guilty of having like the secret [...]

[134] Loss For Words

The sky waves in its colourful intensity I struggle to intensify the thoughts in my head to write them like they used to before to get my mind talking to my fingers The lies that used to come so easily now hide behind the truth of incapability Memorable performances for the crowd is a rarity as [...]