Taking Control

What brings you peace? The question must have hung in the air for more than a minute before I even started to consciously think about it. I had zoned out, and this man sitting in front of me had obviously realised it. Bless his soul, he knew not to break this particular reverie of mine. …

The Nonentity

I don’t recall the time properly. I don’t recall how it started, the conversation. I remember we were in the cafeteria, but how or when we got there, I have no idea whatsoever. We had been talking about people, the people around us in general. How everyone seemed to be running towards an imperceptible destination. …

Momentarily Cherished.

I’ve become a mirage,A mirage no one is chasing.Distant, unclear, too far gone,Even for my own good.Instinctively slinking awayFrom anyone getting too close. But at what cost?To just be unattainable,To just be free,Free from what? you may ask. The disappointments, I say.For once you become the oasis,Hard to get but reachable,You’re just left being a …

Pouring Colors.

A thought comes to me,Full circle from the days,When scribbling was not a necessity. When layers upon layersOf bright colors, swirled in my mind,Like bubbles racing to the surface.When streaks of emotions,Seemed to not flow away,By a simple tilt of relentless fate.When all I had to lose,Were people unworthy,Destined to let go of me anyway. …

Watching You From a Memory.

Watching you, I keep watching you Watching, as you drift closer,Like some tide that rises slow,Bringing in the treasures of the sea.A magical mermaid of the abyss. Watching, as you linger for momentsOn the golden glistening sand,Made of slipped and shattered time,Over the millennia you’ve been gone. Watching, as you meddle at the shoreShaping and …

Pilfered Moments

The moments we pilfered,Drops, from the eternal river of time.I gaze back into them now,To find an entire world,An utopia, just beyond my reach,Inverted, where sun rises into the night,And the stars float in a dark lake below. The moments we pilfered,That you set ablaze in the flames of lust.That you masked as adoration,An infidel …

Tsunami

Your love,I’m not sure if it exists.If it does though,It’s akin to the wavesCrashing on the sand. Repeating,Rhythmic,You never truly quench the thirst,Never really leave me dry either.Never can the sand say ‘you’re mine.’Never can I truly let go. Who knows,Maybe the shore is waiting,Maybe I am waiting, longing;For something to change in you.Something to …

The Addiction.

So many times, every timeIt happens the same way.Small talk ensues,Grows quickly intoA full fledged exchange —Of thoughts,Ideas,Memories,Fantasies. And then the sunTouches the western horizon,It's time to head backTo your respective homes,It's time to hang up the call. Being addicted to conversationsIt is like a gambling hobby.You'll often find players,But seldom oneWho's willing to go …

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