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?

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

End of The Tunnel

  Above all, trust yourself.   Defeated. I sat on the cold ground in the dark, feeling nothing but the wisp of air blowing through the tunnel, it distinctly sounded like a fiddle playing. I wasn’t scared at all, just fatigued like I was throwing punches at something that wasn’t feasible. I must have folded my … More End of The Tunnel

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

Listen

Listen that is the shattering of a tempest soul when it broke, I realised that these wall around me is not distance, they are covert shields encasing me.     Although now, I see I made an erroneous conclusion. The guardian became the prisoner. I banged my fist, vér trickled down my elbow. my shield now … More Listen

Thin Line

There’s a thin line between genius and depression….. Many a night, my mind wanders to these thoughts while I toss and turn around the edge of my bed, fluffing and re-fluffing my pillow and tapping my device in every hour. Perhaps, there is some sort of correlation between owning your truth and the lack of … More Thin Line

The Banshee

The air that fell upon her face was warm, misty, stimulating her pores to collect sweat. She was in the park that night because It was the only place she could focus. The moon was full, It occupied a vantage point in the skies, a white core, which she thought looked like a pearl encircled … More The Banshee

Fire and Blood

The moon is forming. Arising from the east, “if you stare hard enough”, brother says, “you’ll blossom into a princess”. He says, into anything I desire. Tears trickle unrestrained, down down down to the angle of her lips. She wipes it away, so he inquires, “why are you so sad?” and she replies “I don’t … More Fire and Blood