The birds know not of the adage
Seek and you shall...
Calling out each other
Faintly from the distance
Indefatigably
Singing three high-pitched notes of its purpose
Within the world, unaware of this
Momentous struggle
One of daily millions
Tag: episodes of crowding loneliness
Cyclones Every Last Quarter
In some weird dream
Trying hard to recall
She spoke to me sounding
Like a hymn
Or the lull before
A raging big wave
I held on til it fades
Wide Open Spaces
(Originally written some 19 years ago, I guess I’m still writing it…)
So tired
and sleepless
Hours away
from home
Watching the world
run silent
In bridges that burn
The Drive Back
….Collecting thoughts, however, in a rippling blur Silence has this distinct tone As, once again, you caught yourself alone…
Another Forced Wake Up
The 60’s music are blaring, celebrating, a captured moment
Of how unaware it was of the 70’s intent…
We are taught, if not nascent, layers of blankets, randomly spread and exhausted from last night’s bout to recharge, the answers soon will be found not by the winners but by the hopeful.
Headspace: Succumbing
Succumb is a sad word from a set of fun syllables…
REMS
This dream… My imagination could never come up with… Anything remotely close… With enough mindfulness to… Consider consequence… As part of
If You Must Loathe Yourself
Self-loathing is a trademarked attribute associated not exclusive to me. This path is taken not for the want to be liked but for the want to find a way to like the existing self. There’s no need to expound on motivation any further, as by doing so only subject us to teeter a tightrope that always lead to a tragic fall midway into the pit of ignorance. The imbalance is caused by ignorance, as it tries to qualify an elitist, divisive and corrosive pursuit to brandishing some semblance of uniqueness or establish an exclusive club.
Instead, I wish to explore why
And the Pain Begins to Hurt
A throwback… A throbbing pain… In cubits, the window Is mocking my escape
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