Night talks.

All the times I stood behind my window. Longing for keen talks with the night’s hero. Striking the universe with my distressing quietness. Then pouring my heart out in the dark emptiness. Asking the sombre ocean to bandage my invisible scars. And the stories of myself were sheltered in shooting stars. And with the nocturnal… Continue reading Night talks.


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.

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.