have you seen flowers that are ready to wilt? frail and ready to fall still fragrant from a rich past still colorful from a sumptuous upbringing ready to fall ready to wilt at the smallest vibration a hummingbird or a human banging on tables they fall and smell nice.
Everything else seems bitter a phone call from home or a text from a person who hasn't spoken for ages playing chess online and finding that winning has no effect everything else seems bitter waiting for an elusive message that will probably only end up as the final nail to my heart.
The forest calls me as I walk into the fog blown by the wind and in patches shows me a vibrant green that can only be seen after an evening drizzle. I'm not thinking and nothing bothers me as I float into the fog and into the forest -green the kind that can only be… Continue reading a chance afternoon
i particularly liked muffled days covered with clouds and hopes of rain days where the sun shines in half muted notes , spent indoors with an unlikely calm in the air and all the birds seem pretty excited and the trees rustle, slowly back and forth waiting to quench there's a lot of hope around… Continue reading half-sun, half-cloudy and a little bit of rain
let me escape to physical spaces places with names and beauty and people and art unlike the lost sea that my mind swims in.
i could feel her as she waited and waited to see him come through the windows or maybe the door for once i knew of the blows she received a fortnight back not crying not yelping taken in earnest i heard her smile through the blinds of her bath on the third day not eating… Continue reading wait until, bandini
i know they say i am too dark for people to like to be a best seller (/or a writer at all) to write my way to fame and i agree but i like it better this way let me write for the closet, or the lonely notebook more importantly to puke all the shit… Continue reading but i like it better this way
I like to read my own poems sometimes most times to feel like a god for a few minutes and then get back to being a loser writhing behind a computer screen but the money feels good.
i'm used to being a watcher a by-stander in conversations I watch with intent as people speak with conviction, passion , fear and whatever drives them I am a watcher so successful at watching and by standing interesting, boring conversations that I am a by stander now in my own life
hands that shake and lips that quiver words that shiver in fear this is a stuck stuck place a nice made up face clean and smiling looks good from the outside rotten from the inside there's nothing to find here let this uncertainty take over and let if fly like these words not afraid of… Continue reading alive for something or nothing