Our Life is a Lost Cause writing our own obituary

Someone asked me what my truth is I had to say it is personal They asked me why is Truth Personal I said because it only matters to me “What about the people who love you” They asked “I love them” I said And I looked at him and went on Truth is personal and has nothing…

Liveliness of the Abstract

My alcohol failed mornings wake up to the drops of the dew breaking at a flower’s glance My unshaved cauliflower cropped face opens up to the now faint whisper of a scream that put me to rest yesterday This stinking body that was flushed down a soapy drain yesterday will today wash clean in the…

A Mirrored Window View

It was a very strong wind that fell the leaf; And it was a very cold winter as I remember. The streets that were lonely at three in the afternoon, became so busy when the clock struck seven in the evening This End of Year I will buy two sets of dress one that has red…

The Absurdity of Myopia

I will not allow the winter to eat from the same plate the sun has been hungry for a very long time There is a feast up there and the stars seem to have missed it But who cares because there are no wedding bells Wedding bells are a sign of majestic marvel In one…

Turmoil

There is turmoil beneath the skin of the society There are thorns kissing flowers at the crust of a volcano It is no more pretty, the thorns, they have lost their charm No wonder you should not kiss flowers At least not with passion Passion creates a thin line of blood that shows you the…

The Party in the Sky

Today the Clouds will tell a different story they can afford to do so; the sun has set for the day. The clouds claim they have nothing to do with the ocean, and that does not seem to bother the tides Their machinery does not depend on these emotional clouds they live in a freedom…

Go Wander my good heart

My heart wanders in the streets I try hard to hold it back Those streets I know are dangerous with its dark alleys from where memories dark and horrible pounce on you you can shake them off and keep going but the alleys are too many many forgotten but as you walk they become more…

Stones Know it All

  Gently let the stones find its way the river does flow in the right direction it will take time, so does everything in life once it happens you have a choice to think if it was early or late and if it does not happen you can wait you can wait after all it…

Words in the Dark

I have tried to rain down on some books so I could drench them the same way the author would have wanted it to happen But often I have stopped midway startled by a thunder a thunderous word to be precise something that did not find its way into the book and was waiting outside…

The cruel face of a child

I am that Cruel face in the child that peeks through those innocent smiles and directs the child to learn to be selfish, to be bad, to be irrational I am that child behind every cruel face where every scorn, malice and coldness is received with a smile, and a loving sparkle of the eyes I…