I feel

I drink sips of grief

From a porcelain cup

Of tea.

I taste the bitter

Sweet memories

In this black


Coloured candies of

Sweet sugar sweet

Melt on my pink


Salt from a

Pile of white stick

To my wet fingers.

I feel.


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I am in between spaces of myself
Fabrics and webs of indefinite threads
Are there more calluses on my skin
Than bricks in these red walls?
Is it only me who can
Feel the ground quaking beneath my two feet
Breaking every second, cracks in every square.
Roots fail to hold the dry earth together
Leaves aching to reach green and their
Moody sun. It is here and there.
Is love truly enough?
Is the presence of the sky enough
To ensure there will be rain?
To ensure that these cracks will seal
With water in every crevice,
Water that has arisen from the depths
Of my very being,
One that no one has seen
One that is whole.


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It is a circus

It is a game

You are the trainer

You are the lion with mane

Dancing monkeys and

Blinding colours

Bright lights

Audience full of loud cheers

A joker with sad eyes

An elephant which

Speaks lies

Swinging ropes from

Mammoth tents

A happy dog

Collecting twenty cents.

Who are you

In this flow?

A bit of glimmer

A spark of fake hope?

We are all

Pieces in the game

Come, let’s do our part

Stick to our identity and names

Even if you are lost

You can thank the generous host!


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A truth, a lie

It’s funny how days

Are not days anymore

But tired hopeless hours

Piled on each other

Faces, are not faces anymore

But expressions of the same

Thought unsaid.

Eyes wander through and to

Colours of humans and one blue

Hands of the dead undead

Deep in my chest

Burst through, branching

Towards the ultimate good.

I have exhausted myself

I don’t feel myself

In this jungle

Of multi-faceted friends

I still, try and try

Because I believe

All actions come back to me

A truth, a lie.


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What am I?

I feel like a full balloon

Floating towards a blue sky

With a tiny tiny hole

Exhaling air more than I take in

I feel like a wet sand castle

I still am

But for how long?

I feel like an unformed cloud

In a clear sky

How will I collect myself from places I belong to?

I feel like an old cassette player

Stuck to a tune that doesn’t sound anymore

Just a dust collecting tool.

I feel like the half milky moon

There, yet not there

In this ever changing night sky.


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Sometimes I feel

The very blood in my body is drying

But other times I feel fine

So fine that I think

And think about all the people in my life.

An odd collection of different facets

Marbled pieces with shiny surfaces.

An arm and inch between me and the world

Faces hover over my neck

Breaths of expectation on my heated skin.

We are going through the myriad of actions

Butterflies on my trembling fingers-

I kiss these pink beings with all my love

Even though sometimes I feel

The very love in me is drying.

But other times I feel fine.


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Red brick

A sky trapped between

Two walls

A plant growing from a crack on

One wall

A paint layer peeling from

Two bricks

A name on

One brick

A brother, a sister and a lost childhood

A mother trapped in a word

Her name on a

Red brick of a

Red wall of a

Red building;

Red homes to chameleon beings.


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Love story


It is a peculiar night.
I conversed with a faraway fish
Half milky half moody
She looks solemn my way.
I yearn for her to come to me
Rest on my fingers
Play with the tiny ink splashes of
Night in the spaces between.
I tell her of humans and ask her
About humanity which I sense lost.
Tiny sparks of stars send cold my way
They do not like me tonight
For I am a different me
Uncaring, uncombed, alone
My thoughts, a voice in shambles
Uttering what I can only
Feel. Hot and clingy like the
Unnatural sweat in the suffocating room
Without any outside
Air and moonlight.
Chocolate on my lips
Music in my ears
I talk to my only love
Who will soon forget me too.

It is a peculiar night.


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