Saturday, 26 May 2012


I thought I was supposed to be good or at least, okay at them but why must I always lose with words to learn something new?

Friday, 18 May 2012


Its necessary to have friends that go, ''These are the days'' instead of those that always crib, ''Those were the days.''

End of the world

The world will end like a boring conversation.



Flat on its face.


If today touched me with its paper hands
Wings of light, white walls
And shadow clocks
If it greets me like a familiar song
I used to hum
Lost pages of a notebook
Or words in a foreign language
I will come undone like a ball of wool
My grandmother used to fashion
Into sweaters.
And ache, like aged, cracking spines of books
Covered with dust and webs of memory
Creak in solemnity, like chairs of my family
Shy away like sparrows in their nests.
And wonder if today shades
Me like a bending tree
A vine to a wall
If it encloses its arms around me
Like a pomegranate shell.
Out on the streets, where
Every wound is open and
Every tale is old.
Where I trudge, with my
Bed of flames, my sea of lies
And stab the dark with my words
That do not touch you.
Frail words, bound by a shallow surface
As useless as a scar with no stories to tell.
So tell me you need my touch
As your candle burns slow
And your flame stands still
My embrace of bones draped in skin.

Wednesday, 16 May 2012


Sometimes you're just another mirror for what I can't have.

Nowhere words

Maybe I write words without a home, with roads that go nowhere. My words are as faceless as me.

Winters gone

25 winters have passed since i was born and the 2 and a half i spent with her were the happiest i ever had.

Rewind, repeat

I huddle towards my bed at night like a thief, taking solace in the shadows, careful to never make a sound. Its 4am. The birds have started chirping restlessly, soon the day will be born again. Soon my tired eyes will wake to find everything looks old. Soon everything will be the same as yesterday.


Friends are sunshine,
Upon these cold, haggard bones
When love leaves like summer
Through the backdoor.


Its alright. Its ok. You'll be alright. Pretty soon, you won't feel anything.