Who am I?

“I think; therefore I am”—René Descartes   Who am I? who sees when I see?   who hears when I hear? who knows when I’m aware?   Who am I? who watches my dreams when I am dreaming?   Who feels love when I feel love? whose hair turns white when I’m gripped by fear? … More Who am I?

The disappearing act

When I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful. Tall, tanned, Indian. And  I looked like me, awkward, weird. But I knew it was you I wanted. The most brilliant mind in our year. I wanted to pick your brain, even if you wouldn’t look me in my eyes, even if your lips wouldn’t … More The disappearing act

White Noise

Don’t take this the wrong way but who do you think you are? You serenade me with a golden harp yet bind my hands and feet. You torture me, My screams fall on deaf ears You manipulated me in the times I trusted you. and judge my existence with every breath I expire. You delude yourself … More White Noise

Unresolved

  We don’t have to brave a fight to heal Tomorrow is a new day but today is war we bear the heat of uncompromising terror, press play on life set actions into motion our lovers become foes Happiness is subjective balance is trivialized Darkness leads to a fathomless abyss of  bliss, or disillusion Man … More Unresolved

The tunnel

  We thought we could escape our troubles. We thought if we climbed the ladder fast enough, no one would stop us.   Across the bed from him, I sat. “I like you, I really do.” He blushed, licked his lips and placed a palm on my thigh. I liked that. I shut my eyes and … More The tunnel

Empty

I am so regular, I sleep at 7.30 pm every evening and not a minute later. I never miss my pre-scheduled siestas. I text all my friends in the morning to ask how they slept, and every night to remind them to rest easy. In fact, a week hardly ever passes by without me seeing … More Empty

Element

Love is when you go along with her outlandish psyche Not because you’re gullible, Because you like how her brown eyes lit up So complacently when she has her way.     Love is a fragrance so subtle and unique It trails you, and it rewards you by revealing its depth to you To love … More Element

Indigo

A lady never pours her own glass, but I do. she strolls gracefully, relishing every step her stilettoes mold in the dirt. So different, from my favorite suede platform boots. Ain’t I a genuine lady? What matters to me and what matters to you are as different as Van Gogh and Frida Kahlo, but then … More Indigo

Amphetamine City

The tires of the bus screech loudly as it rolls to a stop. I awake from my deep slumber, rubbing my eyes… I blink, staring through the window, but the streetlights only reflects back a dimly lit park in the dark night.I tilted my head up to view the digital clock above the passageway, 00.10 … More Amphetamine City