You fold them, neatly into a square sometimes just a triangle will do enough and then unfurl the fragile pages in shape of a ship or in shape of a plane. You launch them in ecstasy, if you bleed, the breeze will caress as well.Continue reading “Paper Hearts”
The synonymous falling has envisaged failing in life and in death. The upside down twist of life churns inside the wild stomachs, that have dried up from hunger. The heinous hunger the filthy hunger. A seepage of disbelief crawls it way back to its source. Shattering, shuddering and growling. All in disguise.Continue reading “Falling”
The vices of this atrocious summer has made this oppressive silence fall through the heat waves carrying across the sticky discomfort of the hustle and bustle.
To every insecurity I’ve.
Insecurities are not actually human. They never lived in us. Or perhaps me.They have wondered through firmament of chaos and unsettling winds and have aged with the wise old men, of unfulfilled wishes.Continue reading “Insecurities”
I’m keeping away from everything, that is going to hurt me today. I cannot give up, on my neck the stiffness of the spine, that refuse to bend just because it is too arrogant or maybe, returning the debts that I have given over the due course.Continue reading “Keeping Away”
I’m leaving everything for once and for all. I’m the changing season that falls on your lap, every time the silent night weeps beside your door as you turn helplessly on your bed falling and rising in your dreams.Continue reading “Leaving”
The swirling smokes of caracas wishes rising upward through the shrivelled skies of blue time, which chokes, anticipate and even prevade the localities of scanty living. A mangosteen fruit ripening in this penury is a magician’s miracle of square meals a day.