What will be the point
Of putting in work to earn these coins
If I won’t see your face every day?
So we won’t fight, not tomorrow nor today.
Continue readingWhat will be the point
Of putting in work to earn these coins
If I won’t see your face every day?
So we won’t fight, not tomorrow nor today.
Continue readingIs it so that I miss, love and value someone more once they are not around me anymore?
Does retrospection than mindfulness add value to all those?
Or have I become accustomed to pain or want to prevent myself from facing that my fears came true?
Or have the course of events been such that what and who I loved were snatched away from me so now, I don’t go close?
Continue readingWhat if I tell you that touch terrifies me,
that you can trace it back to my history?
What if I tell you—right before we proceed—
the terrifying and heart-shattering events of my journey?
It feels good to be known but I feel better when I remain in the unknown and my work is appreciated and better, constructively criticised instead. Do you know me? Do I know myself?
I cuff my ears
with headphones- big and small
and zone out from all
the world’s bustle.
What is commitment?
Is it marriage?
Is it sacrament
or a carrying forward of parage?