Night, it’s dark, or is light, away from the noises or with our silence, nothingness. We question life, our existence and or feel dead. Dead as in alive yet immobile, unaware of what lies outside, or inside, a blank conscience, an unfeeling brain, unaffected by time, uninterestingly also called sleep. What intrigues me is a … Continue reading Will you tell me what it is to be you?
I sat beside the river, carefully, staying away from the tides, on that un-textured land formed by depositions of sand and man, or the ones who used to be alive, but now just a part of them resides on these pavements, where I feel their vibes. I feel their cries, they speak about life, speak … Continue reading By the river
its what we feel, what none can heal...
A mind that screams, of misery and dreams. A brain that hears, but numb for the fears. Throat gets heavy, ready to blast on signal. Eyes gets heated, mysteriously emitting vapors. The vibes at throat unbearable, though doesn't pains,nor does it irks, it just thunders inside that voice-box dark, unable to open the hole that … Continue reading Sad Rain