The rain drops were tickling down her nose and cheeks. She looked up at the sky and felt the rain drops falling straight on her face as if the sky was shattered into thousand pieces, falling one by one. The thunderous roar by the clouds were not out of vengeance, but of the unfathomable pain they were going through. They were in despair just like mankind and were, seeking redemptions for the sins they have committed.
I am all ears.
Listening to the wind — time in disguise, running through the shapes of my body, to my lower abdomen from in between the legs to the foot, until the feel disappears but the sensation prevails. Time has always been the caped crusader doing justice at night, when you lie awake on your bed staring at the ceiling running through your emptiness searching for the moment that has passed by.Continue reading “Mind Games”
What is uncertainty?
Waking up every night,
To check if you are alive?
Withered with unprecedented hopes,
Crumbles like dust on a hopeless day.
In the Icebox.
Like a comet that falls below,
In the endless I shatter.
You are eclipsed with the formless grey,
Inhaling anticipations through senses,
You exhale the poison from your deflated lungs—
The parasite that seeks the truth.
Wreathing in pain without its magical potion,
The blinding light, a luminescence higher,
Where you stray from the roads
Less traveled into the barren.
Throats dry with stale,
Taste of delusional hunger,
Lingers on your mouth like oasis.
The last day, of another year.
365 days to be exact. And somehow, the six hours extra dies just like a star in the lone universe.