unordinary man

I have watched the world through a window,

the small screen on my phone,

I was afraid to be honest.

I am still.

hiding behind texts, likes and comments.

sure they haven’t been many but they have got me through.


the little coward…

molded like a rice ball,

rolled on the ground

you can see the specks of dust stuck in my skin

I am no “unordinary” man

I have stopped trying to break through

I am not giving up either

I am simply living today

I am me

the horrible writer on the “press”

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Sorry! You broke my heart

The changing clocks

same faces trapped in reflections…

…of glass before moving hands

Our adaptation to the good,

as we knew it

There is more pain

but our hands wont let go

Don’t you ever imagine that it is easy for him?!

The beautiful sights

Converging hills,

Moving clouds and colored canopies

The train through life

What we call memories,

But play like horrors

from an unending script

when does one stop to write?

It all went silent.
You stepped off
I am looped in the imagery
Falling behind my eyes
At least it blurs the reality of this dreadful loneliness

Hey, won’t you say sorry for breaking my heart?

Dreams

The days that I dreamed

the world before my eyes

All the sacrifices I would give,

To have the fairest of the roses

The chirps of the morning sparrows.

colour no bright petals in the fall

When all befalls the still breath of a winter wind

It hisses softly on frail bones

What to love?

But choices bated,

into ones and zeros

Is it all trivial?

Summing one’s years in a tally

drawn in the sand,

For the waves to wash clean,

back into the sea of nothingness

I want to dream,

feel and gratify,

in the banquets laid before me

The end!

The formless bounds that tie me down,

caught in a loop

The hours of the day seem longer

I got these many seconds on my hands

What to think about if not you?

When one chooses for two,

that’s it is time to move on,

and yet,

here I remain,

in the same sheets that wrapped us warm

To forget the sunsets that bloomed like moonflowers,

Oh! They bloom in the night

The unexpected

To laugh and cry,

yet find comfort within

How to make sense in this despair?!

Suffocating me out like a plastic bag over my head

It’s stupid you see,

When I call,

I want to hear your voice break,

at the other end of the line

But you always sound better,

Happier

Your social media walls are coloured with life,

I guess I won’t pay my internet bills next month,

So I won’t see how amazingly you live without me

If the game is for two,

all the blows and the scars…

…. should be shared, right?!

devil’s tongue

The long baths won’t get it off

Not the burns of hot water

Running down with layers of my flesh

The cold baths only make it numb

And within the silences,

I hear them crawl

Like a thousands ants within,

The veins, the bones,

To leave the nakedness of my soul

What’s dark of a yesterday

Like a black shade spreads

Across the eye’s views

The helplessness

trapped in a jail,

Of the mind

I can’t control what goes in,

Or what stays around

These whispers are a devil’s tongue

Sweet to the tone

Devouring my soul with the flames

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