Do not count on me, I am but a beautiful lie, whispered, and mixed into your blood, by your ancestors, all those folklore, all those tales of gallantry, they are but a figment of imagination, don’t count on your fragile beliefs, they can break into a million shards, in a flicker of seconds, the maddest […]
Come to me, again, when the wants grow bigger, seize the functionality of your being, you would return and feed on my ‘givings’, givings I so generously distribute, depleting my reservoirs, the ones I’ve locked away, in a room full of bounties, bounties that are for your taking, with which I so merrily part, […]
In the years of rumination, I only realize, how far I am, from myself, from the element of existence, the circle , where everything, drowns in a whirlpool, trancing, freezing, putting me in an airtight jar, in a state of stupor, rousing to the deafening cries within, yearning to search, the soul that was, plucked […]
dismal shadows, ill-boding and hideous, the monsters of time devour the history, the legends and the heroes, like evil beasts on the loose, nibbling on faith and virtue, decaying the brittle stones, crumbling, shredding the woven webs, dancing waves leaping high, consuming , dismantling the soul, decapitating life, yet the dark dream goes on, feeding […]
I would not waste a minute, getting as far away as I can from this joke of a country the first chance I get. Now, I wouldn’t have said that a few years back, when my silly, rosy, pink patriotism fooled me like hell. When I saw my defenders like protectors, my scholars as the […]
Ashamed of the recent incident of a boy murdered cold bloodedly in broad daylight. I bow my head in shame, YES, “shame”. I just saw the footage of a boy killed by Pakistani rangers in broad day light. It is not just one footage I am talking about, the Chechens a few days back were killed just […]
Moods can be strange , my cat growled differently at me, my pigeons seem louder than usual , the dog has been howling in a perfect rythm , the dripping tap doesn’t seem that irritating, ticking clock and my cell shrieks the usual ring tone ” you’re my honey bunch ….sugar plum etc etc ” […]
Only when i let the colors slip through my fingers, my soul flies back to me…. in the criss cross of lines, i try to find a line that holds the truth.. i smear dark shades of blues and reds merging them into each other, trying to get hold of my life.. rubbing my thumb […]