A million fallen certitudes.

Encircling these loose threads around my fingers, giving into the fragrance that still lingers upon the surface of this woolen shawl, I wonder how much longer before this too shall fade away, before this too shall untangle itself from me, and become another forgotten regret, another uncomfortable silence. I wonder how much longer before the …

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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 …

The night burns.

The night burns, The laughter burns, The nonsense ridden words also burn, Within empty eyes, And broken smiles. They burn down to ashes, Gentle and unfamiliar against the timid philosophies of minds unaware, of souls that lurk within depthful sorrows, of hearts that suffocate within caged confines, of the battles lost to an injustice of …

Heartfelt.

​Among people you are distant, awfully hesitant, for there are expectations terribly broken, sensitivities more heartfelt, breathing inside decaying particles, apparently insignificant yet ignited by  the sincerity of action  and the honesty of perspective. A grave well dug yet unbelievably shallow, a doubt slightly tarnished, for even hate and retaliation to exist, passion and persistence …