How do you manage to keep goingwithout the urge to throw yourselfaway?How does it feel like hearing everythingbut your own heart?Does it really get better with time?Do layers of skin mange to cover it all? Tell me how you escaped the pitof rusty flowers decoratinghumnae need of art,Is there a way to escape your shadow?Have… Continue reading Shadows
Long before the presentthere was a boy named humanity.He lived in dense vegetationof Africa and decided to explore the land.With the little language knew,On his way to Eurasiafound a collection of wordscalled dictionary.To his surprisethere were many sentencescarved out with wordsFloating in the white background.He was stuck at the first pagewhich read:1. Famine (noun) Absence… Continue reading Before present
It’s almost dawn and like any other day;I am looking for something to hold on to. A popular and supposingly brilliant quote “you find happiness when you look for it” is here again but I feel like I’m done.How can I look for happiness when all I feel and see is my failing attempts to… Continue reading Seasons?
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?Me… Continue reading Who really is living?
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, who… Continue reading Paradox
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. Other… Continue reading Anything but Human -a poem