Who really is living?

I am envious of street lightsfor they see more than II wish it were possible to borrow another pair of eyes;I’d love to end up in placeswhere my beingis not known;A safe heavento wander alone.Then again the thought of“how do I live?”And the weight of realizationthat I already am doing that here; //who’s living where?MeContinue reading “Who really is living?”

Paradox

I run into the worldthough I say I hate it, everyday.And romanticise thiszero-fucks-giving prude,emotion less, pathetic generationwhich is proud on our“I don’t care anymore” attitude.We leave our kin,in the search of shelter,ignore close ones andlook for ‘family’ in strangers.You think you’re looking for compassion, but no!You’re looking for pity,for someone to feel sorry,for someone, whoContinue reading “Paradox”

Anything but Human -a poem

We are birds that flock together. Hunting worms, blind to the nature of the ones we’re dying to feed on. We follow each other while pretending to know it all and end up with a worm stuck in our throats. We are not choking, we are not okay either.We are birds;blind, foolish and hungry. OtherContinue reading “Anything but Human -a poem”

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