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We could go on a walk,You and I,And it wouldn’t be round the blockOr a quick run to the library;Nay, we would go where our feetWould take us to,Far from the chaos, of our lives. We could go on a … Continue reading →

They had no rightAnd yet they took yours,Oh to be, careless and free,Oh to be, a little wild –You didn’t fight,‘Cause you were stuck –Your feet locked tight,Your tongue, utterly tied,Your eyes, eerily dry,And your gaze, vacantAs if lost in … Continue reading →

I was looking for a needleNot in a haystack, no,But yes, I was looking for one,That I had dropped,Behind the closed door,When I realised I couldn’t quiteGet past that barricadeFor it was locked. I went looking next,For the key that … Continue reading →

Nobody belongs anywhere –Everyone is a wanderer,Roaming the lands,Settling down for a while,But never quite,For the call of the open,The call of the wild,Is far too excitingTo let go of –And so we uproot ourselves,And go on,Nomadic to the very … Continue reading →

Nothing is clear –Like rain dropsThat fall into the oceanAnd disappear,So are these wisps. Are they mere thoughts?Perhaps Imaginings?Or are they real?More importantly,What do they mean? Why have they chosenTo haunt, not just the mind,But also the body? As much … Continue reading →

The soul that stoodAt the precipiceOf the other world,Before stepping intoThe earthly realm,Wondered what it held,As possibility. The soul has stayedFor far too long,And the possibilities,Never too many to begin with,Have dwindled down to virtually none. This tiptoeing through life,Seeps … Continue reading →

IThe girl who stood alonein the middle of a crowdhad no words in defenceagainst their allegations.Perhaps her mindwas already lostin the nothingnessof yesterday. III could rage.I could mope.I could despair.There is merit in each,profit in none. This tug of warthat … Continue reading →

I “Perhaps the fragrance,Of the dainty rosesOn the rose bush,In the garden on the corner,Will serve to elevate,My despondent spirit”,I think, as I walkAround the block. On another day,I sit on a wooden bench,Under a very benevolent maple,Its gorgeously decadent … Continue reading →

In stories you will never come across,Two characters with the same name,Every person sits neatly with their lot,Of identity, relationships and traits, that fit the plot. In stories you will find a thread,To bind the beginning, middle, and end,It is … Continue reading →

Everyone is afraid,Of disruptingThe natural order of things,In their little world. Nobody really admitsThat this fear exists,In a corner of their heart,Or mind, or wherever it is,That these things take root. But it is perchance why,Such things as faith,Or even … Continue reading →