Hope & Prayer

I heard father once said;Son, things will get better soon.Mother launches into fastingNothing is beyond prayer’s power’ She said. Days of unaccomplished dreams count years.Still, mother launches into prayer and sings the rhyme of hymns. Sons and daughtersdevelop an affinity for greedinessthe leaders breed kleptomaniac’s fingersStill, mother launches into a prayer. The hot hutsBenue flows…

The Origin Of Morality

I will be happy if you kill meBecause you didn’t leave meto experience much of the tragedy of this world,At least I will not be blamed; it is you they will blame.The sin would be upon your soulBut before you kill me Let me know the truth:whether heaven is real or not.If it is real,…

A Sedated Stem

The creeps of chill down the spine,As if a tarantula ran through my back, With pain and struggle I threw myself –Of my comfort. The vision flickers – AndA headrush kicked in.Looked around for cobwebs andAnd the empty ceiling corners. The sleep-deprived self remindedThe time along with the perk-wise:Thoughts.  They are fighting depression,A war Of anxiety. The…

A Mother’s agony.

Mother was born in the rift of time…The Elizabethans showed her the way;Took her shoes away,And left the Catholic Hymns in her mouth.Mother don’t know “Hymns do good”But shoes do take you places where barefoot can’t walk through.Mother thought Hymns are Eagles,Eagles that will lift her above stilettos. Last night in my father’s hot hut,I…

If I could go back.

If I could go back in time, I’d definitely go back to feel them feelings twice again,Only to remind my previous self that it’ll eventually go away leaving no less pain for me to feign.  If I could back in time, I’d definitely go back to tell my best-friend them butterflies are nothing but a…

To live by the hills.

Frozen nose and palms, I watch the city lighting up, As its people close their eyesTo sleep. To the slow music I smile in rhythm, As it begins to rain. Now the road gets glossyReflecting street lights, Lights of vehicles passing by. Those little lights I shan’t forget,That from far twinkle,Deceiving me like stars come…

I am sorry

It was absolutely the first time that they met,They didn’t have any piece of evidence,The future that would be waiting for them,The feelings they never knew. It was the guy’s eyes that she had seen,They were brown and dark as night,It was the girl’s friendly smile,And their love at first sight. It was the first…

Orbits of December

I looked out through my arched window,Only one thing around there still had blooms on,Among the silver leaves, delicate and graceful snowdropsWhich transformed a classic white assortment ; into glamorous wintry display. Fresh gardenia, swaying camellia and heavenly lavender,Caught my memory and me rememberDrowsy and busy November is off; and I’ve treaded into the days…

The Skin I’m In

I used to wonderhow I would growand yet still fit in the skin I’m in.If we would grow together,me and my skin.Well, we seemed to have donequite wellfor a long time. I used to wonderhow you would grow,and if you would still fit the skin you are in.And if we would grow togetherand stay intact in…

Prison

How often do I forget that I’m in prison,Bound and in chains,By a devouring monster,That eats up anything good it sees. The monster hates change,The monster doesn’t reason.All the monster wants is what it visions. How often do I forget that I’m in prison,That I’m not supposed to feel,Nor have any emotions, neither a say.Else,…

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