Fifteen years back, in some school cell with long shadows flooding the question floor Hours moved between rattling lead. Two faceless...

Writing without a mind and sketching into the past Filling the canvas with swathes of green, erasing the blunt edges of lead and patching...

This absence of words is a sublime thing Both at the emptiness of souls and its flow till the brim These are times when you know not the...

Every spring, with the indecisive blow of southern winds and the melting of dews, the opening up of blinds the madness of endorphins,...

Shadows knock on the door even when you fold the hinge and close the blinds. Strobing before being invaded by lights at dawn, gurgling...

This breeze at sunrise is chilly in its remembrances of dirt on sickly collars. Like stars that hide their shine within a few hous of...

Till the mellow flowers wilt in tonight, and the rude stomps try crushing dew-daubed pebbles Keep burning the bell-jar as it melts...

Nerves aren't really a bundle, they come each raw each with their throbs. Blotting out consciousness from time time. Edging out reality...

Always an easy task to breathe but not to 'be', Nor to 'be' in a way where you try to really breathe. Look at simpler tangents out of...

So if you believe it all starts with words let them coil up and cut through the pieces of haste, and tremble on a winter night like this....

This withering of time and the descent of night Life moves in circles. And exhaustion is no exhausted lie. To begin a winter tale is...

So sometimes when in love Believe in no death or respite where the emeralds aren't easily begotten there are more phantoms to what you...

To mornings that don't meet your eye But poise in eternal recurrence. Forget Nietzsche for a moment. And see where lies the lie. Value...

The boxes and the brains Hoppers before sunrise and between little few lines of use. Love comes in many forms in a year accursed. Marking...

We, the people, not so collective Calibrating democracy, year after year speaking truth to power, talking about the 'post-truth' and the...

The glare of those neons. shimmering attire, living, loving, laughing. The bustle of the street, the thoroughfares of festivity, the...

When each foot measures a distant toil, numerous whispers muffle aloud heartbreaks , the nights descend to comfort and foil, human...

A stack of papers a sigh or breath a voyage through time, sprawling darkness Fading smiles, lost moments, simple regrets, weakening...

Every time you attempt to pull it back In a rage will it emerge Every trick you do with it, pushing it to the cliff's verge Will meet a...

Words multiply, writhe and cry revelations upon revelations; "think! think!", thus says the 'sage' Revelations are done, loud disasters...