Inside my head.

Chaos… Eruptions… Blatant scenes from the past… It all occurred inside my head. Now, all your memories are dead. Fumes of burnt letters. Ruins of smashed armors. Triggered acerbic words. Said only by dull cowards. Floating feathers of steep dreams, where you rolled away in streams Of odourless scents of a bittersweet past. Good thing… Continue reading Inside my head.

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What if…?

Sometimes, your body is drawn up into an acerbic helix of memories of unwanted places…Sometimes, even laws of attraction fail to keep you on earth…And sometimes, you can’t escape nightmares even if you’re wide awake… As Sore as it sounds, it can get even sorer, when the truth perch on the surface…And abruptly, water’s mellowness… Continue reading What if…?

A historical close-up:Part I

The luxurious cloaks floating gently on the red ornamented carpet in two opposites rows, the traditional turbans leaning down in the aisle like withered roses and the confetti was raining heavier than on a wet winter night …The scene was mute, not even a hushed din was audible, nor the vociferous excitement of the pampered… Continue reading A historical close-up:Part I

Take me back to the start…

The rain drops felt heavy on my head, It hallowed out my mind like a stone, In a way that caused your pastel memories to sled down my spine and then left to be thrown in a fountain of lost wishes and faded images. and of misty stories from different past tenses… It took me… Continue reading Take me back to the start…

A year hence.

A year hence, I’ll distinguish between the Polaris and the Asterism. The swarm of wounds and woes will make me a constellation guru. Sitting on the roof, succumbing to the blue obscurity above me as fatalism. And I’d perpetually eject spaced words of sad poetry about the ongoing overview. Until the flow of words endure… Continue reading A year hence.

Mortality vs Immortality.

What is the purpose of one’s existence? Or, let me put it this way: What is the most significant thing your life is centered around? What would you die for? What would make the blood flow in your heart pump so fast? What would make you sleepless for unnumbered nights and days like a worried… Continue reading Mortality vs Immortality.

Bestial thinking.

The air of the room was getting more and more suffocating with every word I let out. Like leaking gas asphyxiating you, seeping through your respiratory system, as you’re leisurely losing your consciousness without even realizing it…The walls were closing in on my mind. All the chaotic thoughts were getting compressed like an old junk… Continue reading Bestial thinking.

Thoughts about dreams.

Played back scenes from the past, an unlimited long carpet rolling under your running feet, a hill where you can’t rid of a non-existing beast and the weakness of your legs that don’t allow you to flee until you open your eyes and realize it was just a weird bad dream…Some things cannot be explained,… Continue reading Thoughts about dreams.

Our silent moments.

The curtains were swinging around the windows like little girls chasing butterflies in a flowery orchard…The breeze was kissing softly our cheeks like an old lover whose kisses still trigger smoke and flames in our hearts… The moon was spotlighting the lenses of our eyes like actors on a theatre stage…The dark blue sky was… Continue reading Our silent moments.