The dryness of this season has curled up inside me like a levitating wish. The gorge of life that twisted upon itself has now ran cold water on its palms, playing with fire. The silence has touched upon those eyelids smudging my skin with sleepless entities. A crawling euphoria down my forest of whitish fog. A dense urban forest of misshaped matters. The grey, the white and the invisible ones floating. Something in this varicose water, melting. The slight crack. A noise ignored; a fire extinguished. Deep rattles in agony as feet searches for answers.Continue reading “A piece of Myself”
Have a wistful smell
Of a Mojave landscape.
The purplish anguish hovers,
In the nightscape of cosmos.
Reasons withdrawn and eyes opaque.Continue reading “A Part for a Whole”
“The faster you run,
the closer you run,
The further you go, the further you go.”
Deranged roads that walk along the pavement,
The pavement full of carcass nights and smoking pots,
Twisting, knotting and caressing,
The weeping silence of haunted wilderness
A faith broken, a home lost.
How often have you associated the vivid imagery of a person through the smell of his or her perfume?
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The narrow creeks, all over this place runs away from the hills to places uncharted and often find themselves back into the civilization.Continue reading “Forgiveness”
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Since, childhood I have always been afraid of the silence. That silence which hangs between the words, silence that hangs between the sadness and the silence that hangs between the bitterness. It was those moments, I have feared of finding the ‘real me’ in myself than the person I have always thought myself to be.Continue reading “Probabilities Away”