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 am always in awe of how things change over the fractured time. The silence change, the feelings change, the life changes. So do people around us. It a continuous process of evolving, that brings about this catastrophe of changes in humans with some getting hurt with existance of others.
You left as silently as you arrived.
The monsoon has slowly seeped into damp stale presence of mine as the cracks have fallen into the folds of life. A fold shaped womb that nurtures the cracks making them wider for me to fall across everytime. The everytime of always. An infinitesimal abyss of incoherence. A home of those living carcass.
Chard fragments of incoherence,
Dying in those varicose homes
With empty bowels
And mouth full of wishes.
A surreptious longing
For a fictitious reality
A broken fragrment
Of a fragile destiny.
Papa says his shirt is misfit among all.
I often wonder which shirt is he talking about.