Clown

I used to think fear is strange until I realised it doesn’t exist. I have always believed that freedom lies in controlled expression. Everything uncontrolled is just anger and rage and chaos I stay away from. Did I forget to tell that I am a Clown and this isn’t a joke? Clowns think before they … Continue reading Clown

Loev

Once upon a time, love changed. It was too tired of the position it held, for years, too tired of sleeping straight, so it twisted a bit- E and V exchanged their positions and now it's read Loev. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- *In conversation with love* “What has changed?” “Everything.” “By just a change in spelling? Why did … Continue reading Loev

Fate

Omran Daqneesh sits in the back of an ambulance after being dug from the debris of an air strike in Syria on Thursday.Photograph by Mahmud Rslan / Anadolu / Getty What else can it be? The boy who was having troubles with his father, sat in his office; a father, who might have, for the … Continue reading Fate

The Journey Home

Written On A Whim

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Walking alone towards home

I ponder over my destiny.

Each day as I return from work

It seems as though the setting sun

Wants my daily progress report

And sinks in disappointment

Seeing meagre achievements.

Walking under the amber lights

I look at fellow humans

In a rush to reach home themselves

Or perhaps to reach their workplace, I know not.

For some, the road is their workplace;

Their sullen faces betraying disappointment

Frustration and monotony.

I also see people amble past.

As if they are from another realm.

Families of four, crowds of three, groups of two.

They appear rich, in wealth and in love;

Their sight compounds my frustrations

And convinced that I am a lone warrior

I trod along with heavier steps.

Feeling emptier than before.

As I open the door to my home

My mother receives me with a smile

Glad that I came back

For every day is a struggle.

In the warmth of my home

I realize a great fool I was

To have deemed myself miserable

I am but as wealthy as any other,

My bastion of love filled with definitely more occupants to come.

But bastions don’t move with the warrior, do they?

And so I go off to sleep

With my blade of hope re-sharpened.

The next day cynicism shall blunt it again

And the setting sun shall still remain unimpressed.

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Origin

I wonder about origin all the time. In pits of time lies a beautiful beginning of all the poems with soft kicks and loud cries, and that beautiful smile of the poetess, usually alive. I like beginnings, but origins intrigues me. Isn’t it fascinating, how just an idea can be converted in words, and how … Continue reading Origin

For you, stranger.

I am no lover, just a silent stranger, and you attract me; your art, your mind and not this body which melts with time, into the shackles of earth, and mix in rubbles of fumbling mankind. I see you, with a ‘hi’ oscillating in my vocal cord; words of appreciation gets entangled in my tongue, which I swallow. Deep down there is a child that still fears to cross the boundary laid by uncivilized civilians.