I killed some words and let them to rest in the crevices on walls of my mind.
My heart, a sea, holds you in its storms and waves while you’re reaching for the shore.
Only the faces change.
I, the privileged one, With food to last two square meals in my stomach, Do not understand how, You can die of poverty. Go find yourself some work. Stop being the scum that is upto no good, Always tapping at out car windows, Asking for alms. Toil and labour, For the sky is the limit…… Continue reading Poverty
This night, Spreading like a cat on its claws, Arches down the driveway, Knocking air out of people; Like smoke that freezes against glass windows, For you to slide your fingers across it, And give me a sign. And I will stumble out with staggering steps, Straight into you. Take me somewhere, Where I cannot…… Continue reading The Night
Here’s an angel with broken wings, and a stuffed heart that bulges with emotions. She’s exhausted and desolate and weary of empty assurances, worthless hopes, and falsified truths. Hark, for she’s an angel and you’ve seen her smile, through tragedies and nightmares. And you’ve known her vanished tears to be yours, you’ve held her faith ∞