Sunset and Shore
Insufficient my words
As everything shifts
There’s No Comfort Found on Empty Truths as Much as Lying
One get older
One learn to give in parts
Never in whole
Because one’s been broken
So many times
One only have pieces
Left
Everyday is seen to make
The same crazy mistake
Piling doubt to abilities
Tendencies dousing sanity
Solicit for another open lane
Lost horizon conversation
This Season
As a kid
Now
As a parent
The World Revolves Even if You Stand Still
I heard Rawlins say
I have the recipe
I don’t have the ingredients
Should one figure out replacements
Or wait for seasons to turn
Maybe develop patience
In the meantime,
Carve a personal space
Wind funneled
Water channeled
Plenteous to
One Way Familiarity
The unfamiliar
Always introduce herself to me
With the ease of a biker
Piercing holes in a tight traffic
Running thrice as fast than everybody else
Pissing all as it passes by
And that’s how she came
With that certainty on her face
Polar
I heard myself in her voice
Immediately I told her
Please don’t slowly become me
You know how
much I
hate myself
“Aren’t you supposedly a narcissist?”
But I’m a narcissist who doesn’t like mirrors
Hull
That brief moment
Both were sure
The victim
Eye the torturer
Too late to run
Too fast the blow
Having a Daughter
When I see pages blank
Words spout like random doodle
Triggered by a white space
Empty page
That yearns for contrast
Itchy ink
The last 15 seem blank
I would’ve
His Words Danced
To be a king in his kingdom
Confidence over his court
Point to a Jester
If he makes himself a fool
Talking to Strangers
Patterned after a deep dive
Now hits like shallow muddy waters
To talk to you how Chinaski
Speaks to me
With rhythm dissimilar to heartbeats
But with realized vibrance
As gasping for air
Desperate heavy breathing
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