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 …

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 …

Morbid.

‚ÄčI'm sitting again in this broken ride, Travelling distances vast and slow, Adjoining pieces from a soulful scatter, Setting places up,  Bringing fields to vision, When there are ruthless knives That strike inside. When there are scars still fresh, Wounds that still bleed. When there are questions too deep, Resting in voids And reasons too …