Lullaby

Let’s just hope hope comes true. Let’s just hope hope is not a fairy tale. How do we accumulate hope?I mean it’s not based on the statistics that light up the news screens.I don’t have to tell you, but,have you seen how many people,Live on hope where the charts show,“You are fucked!”Who calculates those?The ”…

A Dot

When roads pray in solitude, and the sky grants them with sunsets,I crawl out of me,I cry out of me,I coo out of me.What was to become of me?What was to begin for me?Where did my summer was to get high,And imagine shades of bliss?Bag full of bliss went on a parade,Bag full of bliss…

Colorless Dreams

In bare empty dreams, where the primitive of feelings stripped of all things ‘civilized’, I saw myself standing in the dark. Scared. Scared of my own feelings. I tried to shake them off, I jerked in my sleep, tried to shake me awake. But they waited in the awakened world as well. Almost in a…

The First Light

Before I wake up to find the earth abiding by rules as usual, the first light, before touching anything made by men, touches the leaves. Before touching the filth that keeps piling up, the towers that keeps blocking the sun, the odor that keeps getting louder, the sighs that keeps getting quieter, and the men…

Fair Ophelia

Who amongst us haven’t thought about going mad?But like all things insurmountable in life,you can’t really mount madness whenever  you want to.Want.Another  insurmountable wish.Wish.A threatening prospect.To whom, you might ask.And if you have to ask, this is not for you. “Oh! Fair Ophelia!”The court now asks,Why did you go mad? For what lamenting lover?For what…

Primitive Malady

Madness in people remind them of the uncivilized unclipped souls they left behind in caves deep into the forests. Forests where leaves grow unruly and misbehaved.Caves where paints grow from cherry vines and ginger flowers.Souls where dreams grow as deities, and love grows as a strike against the survival of the fittest.

Serenade

I couldn’t even live up to me. Rainbows slept in riverbeds Watching skies go blind by the world. Rainbow isn’t in it. The world.“Count me out!”, he said. “I couldn’t even live up to me.”The morning star sighed. The green new leaf that just felt the coming of an winter in the air, meant no…