A man of few words.

He sits awake through the night, fighting an internalized pain, clenching at his hair, breaking through an eternity of loss. an expressionless void, a mute plea for utter numbness, a betrayal of innocence, an abandoned grave for a heart, an isolated cemetery for a mind. Dressed in contradiction, neglect evident in his eyes, perfect perceptions, …

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The stream at the edge.

Try screaming on a busy road, where impatience laces hearts, tying knots, taut and firm. Try breaking down in the middle of the road, and watch your tears become traces of selfish sweat, uncared for and forsaken. Drag your weary feet back to that stream, at the edge of all inhabitance, far away from everything …

Lanes.

I have learned when you come across a person that carries genuine preciousness in their eyes, not the sharded worldly desires or some swollen earthly melodies, take a moment and commit their beauty to your heart. Let it occupy space, let its rarity drive away the chaos that bleeds through these mismanaged lanes, because once …

An endless loss.

​Every breath of mine is reminscent of your loss,  loss that spilled from your veins and bruised your skin,  the loss that hid beneath plastered strength like encrypted consolations  and misplaced sorrows,  the loss that danced like flickering street lights upon your tear stained face. And with every breath that I take, I'm reminded of …

New year, old me ?

Certain places, they just give you a sense of closure, its like there are doors slightly left ajar, and there are loose threads that hang from the heart but the tranquility you crave comes only with silence, with the fading of nonsensical din, because even in the company of many there is an obsecurity to …