Category: Poetry

as the music seeps deeper in the recesses of my neuronic pathways pathways like the water of the first rain in the hungry earth i rejoice the feeling of being alive

Does it make senseTo own one’s desiresAnd hold you inMy arms, closed andWarm like a phospheneMemorised, drunk and deadLooking in your eyes,Trying to make senseOf the patterns ofLife with what youHave to judge and classifySensual emotions, lettingGo the anarchic impulsesAnd try to make senseOf one’s own desiresHolding my arms inClosed, memorised emotionsIn encrypted phosphenes

Everyone writes poetry I used to try too Till the day I saw The sad and the good The sublime, the trippy Unlike anything I had seen From that day I have lost My ability to create a rhyme Everything that seemed mundane Suddenly seems so sublime

Shifting Focusdisappointedthat no onelooks athimthe performerstarted tolook athimselfand enjoyingwhat hedidforgot thefaint signsdisappointmentlost in hisown worldintimately interconnectedand whenhe wasdrawn tothe beautyof silenceand visualisedthe millionpossibilitieshe realisedthe crowdaround himhad beenhypnotised

Sometimes all you need is a little bit of optimism A little song, a little dance and a little laughter To clear the gloomy air and the pessimistic clouds You need some bright sun and some fresh air She looked out of her window and sighed  After looking at the watch the hundredth time “This…

Sometimes all you need is life itself Looking at things with a pair of new eyes Sometimes all you need is dying in the moment Feeling the grass with wet feet and all Just the other day we were on the sidewalk Talking softly, leaving out the details Of what you meant and what I…