…this is how i am… It was on a cold wet Thursday, Just after the rain brought vengeance to the day With the crispness of skin rising like Voldemort’s That i remembered me. I remembered the life i waste at any chance i get, Any chance, Any month, The beginning of it, the end of … Continue reading This is How I Am
Intention. A thought, possibility. A reverie unravels When limbs barge out of a lump As the mystery of reality Takes form in a sanctuary. An experimental inference, Bearer of secrets that make See-through glasses Sing the best of songs: “Mama!”
HER Ovaries are fighting Now, a war of two cities Bloodbath in-between BIRTH Labour “Laws” come tough Constrictions at intervals Baby cries, both sleeps BODY The architects failed Angelo could not draw this… This accurate piece.
Jenifer was having a field day; she had been waiting for this day for what had seemed to be forever and finally the day had come. With her heart beating very fast, she coiled herself in her small room. There seemed to be a lot of activities going on outside the walls of her house, … Continue reading Jenifer’s World: The beginning
Look with pity on me As I look up to thee.. Unsure as I draw my breath, for I know not when the breeze of death shall blow my way.. I know not what to say. Rescue me from these hands that slay, in this uncertain world of my own where i did not beg … Continue reading Thoughts of an Unborn
In your heart so clear, I feel a thumping palpitation, I read an elegy of foreign emotions. In your thought so loud. I hear voices of rebellion, The call to a cause just.