seeing may be a mere screen;
an iris, a window to one’s soul
seeping in a tea bag of emotions
arises a smoke of wistful dream
running and running,
pushing away everything
until you forget
the reason for running
7.22.2020
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
seeing may be a mere screen;
an iris, a window to one’s soul
seeping in a tea bag of emotions
arises a smoke of wistful dream
running and running,
pushing away everything
until you forget
the reason for running
7.22.2020
when you realize it’s actually a sword that everyone’s been playing with,
every word, every move becomes real
every breath, every second gets
scrutinized under a ruler of justice
better to wake up early
than to get stab later
7.21.2020
when you wake up, you realize
nothing truly really exists
except in emptiness everything dwells
breathing in a symphony
unheard by quick witted
wisdom whispers in breezes
forget. then finally you will see
7.20.2020
this thin air is too painful to bear
ticking of a wall clock
thickening of Merlot
all await for an inevitable Big Bang
but we must talk the talk
and walk the walk.
7.19.2020
Don’t let this night fall asleep
won’t you stay up and see
the glorious wonder we’ll reap
for time is ripe in glee
for tomorrow will be born again
with a newborn’s naive memory
let us rejoice this night a little longer
for all to see, for all the hope to fill.
7.17.2020
loneliness disintegrates the memory
fragmented, slowly sinks into abyss
wandering in confusion, looking for answers,
attracted to distractions like fireflies
one moves on from isolation.
7.16.2020
who would’ve known you’d be glad
to go through excruciating ordeal
hustling in filth and blood
who would’ve known you’d be happy
to see Truth with bare eyes glistening
with tears of pain and joy
7.15.2020
where is the beginning and where is the end?
what does it mean to be healthy & normal?
when is the time to stop waiting?
how is a survival different from living?
who is to decide what is right and wrong?
why are we not talking now?
7.13.2020
when is this lull going to end?
it’s as if it’s a great secret
when things will pick up to a
pace when we used to race.
7.12.2020
is time an incessant thing like Mobeus’s ribbon?
are we taking for granted how straight of a timeline we live on?
what reward should wait behind the door, no one knows yet. until we reach the destination.
7.12.2020
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