Dark Thoughts

Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody. Mark Twain Dark thoughts aren’t just born in the night, I should know. Tell me, Doesn’t your mind freely drift away, At the brightness of moments, Seeking, searching, exploring The depths of your hell of a mind, Subduing, vanquishing, dividing … More Dark Thoughts

The Voices

The voices in my head, they don’t care what I do, they just want to argue the matter through and through~Leonard Cohen When I was eleven, I used to hear voices inside my head.Fading,omnious,faint, indistict murmurs.Like a mechanics workshop, it never really got quite. I thought it was Dubious. I was uncertain, and unsure about … More The Voices

Keep Fighting

Instead of being ashamed of what you’ve been through , be proud of what you’ve overcomed I still remember the day you nearly fell for the temptation Dark clouds looming in the sky threatening to burst into rain which never came The fleeting image of your face On a mirror Your body bundled in the … More Keep Fighting

The Angel Of Death

I am not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens. Woody Allen I waited for a few seconds Before creeping into his room I have never seen anything like it His baby face carefully contorted As if he was having the most peaceful of dreams, I mean how could … More The Angel Of Death

FRAUD

You smell like hidden motives. You were a Fraud, Ever since you stepped into the room, I could smell it in your expensive clothes, And I could see it on your cleanly shaven head. Even when you looked my way, And your eyes seemed to pierce my soul, I knew there was something about you, … More FRAUD

Of Life and Hope

‘Keep Hope alive’ I am sitting here on this rocking chair, I rock my brain back and forth, not fair, With a plastic cup in one of his hands, And the other stretched out full of bands, He beseeches me, “My mum is blind and I have nowhere to go” I stretch my not paralysed … More Of Life and Hope

Broken Heart

Pick up the pieces and sew them together. Tell me the story of a broken heart, that has been so severly crumbled to dust, Like tobacco powder in an old woman’s hands, Grinding the grains using her rough fingers, That the pieces never see the light of day. Show me the vulnerability of a broken … More Broken Heart

Stereotypes

      Is it so bad to see people different from us succeed?  The world is continually becoming claustrophobic every single day.  I feel the walls closing in every time a I’m associated to label. The society mercilessly wants me to behave a certain way that a few barbaric individuals have invented. They want … More Stereotypes