10:41 P.M.

It’s a great night outside.

I start looking at the stars,
smell the rawness
of air, as it crawls on
your estranged face.
my head feels slow,
a creature time-traveling through space.


my eyes breathe
at their will, keeping my
hopes alive.

I am all lost,
into the nothingness of your existence.

I start hacking up the death
and you say,

“What the fuck?”


I die a little more.

The road less traveled

as i walked through the woods,
the leaves were dead on the ground,
alone in the silence, long i stood,
i questioned my heart if i could,
since he knew only where i was bound,

i felt the seasons passing away,
in infinite colors they disguised,
and though the mornings equally lay,
the time wasn’t enough to wait another day,
my desire was highly prized,

i searched ahead, and to my sides,
i cried out for a shadow but all in vain,
no steps had trodden back, no guides,
only the leaves speaking of how they died,
moving on didn’t feel like a gain,

but though the path didn’t look fair,
and options were many, but i-
i carried on and became more aware,
left the footprints for who i care,
i kept traveling on the road less traveled by

Blink and a miss

The rear left light was blinking.

The red light took more than the usual to switch places with green. These things know how to test the patience out of the best. He had enough of it. The patience. But sometimes, even the best of bests have to bow down in front of the nature’s highness. Patience is a funny thing. You can never have enough of it. There will be times when you think you have conquered every bit of it, but then, there’s a knock on your door and you ask patiently, “Who’s there?”, and a similar soothing voice reaches your testy ears. “Life”.

The beats on the steering wheel were good enough to qualify him as an all-right drummer in some garage band. The fingers were quite responsive to the music playing in the car, given the fact that his mind wasn’t present there at all. His eyes fixed at the traffic lights were focused on some other images in front of him, hiding away the reality. Those sightings were exclusive to him, and the others around him were completely unaware of that fact. Until a loud honking got him back to his senses.

Suddenly all the visuals were gone and the reality was back. Forget the honking and there was no sign of those images existing. Except if you observe closely. There was all but one evidence. A tiny immaculate teardrop, slowly rolling down and making its way to his worn-out shirt he had put on in hurry.

Skipping the next 2 red lights after looking carelessly on either side didn’t feel dangerous to his guts as it would have usually. That day, it was the need. While his feet made the brake and gas pedal talk, his eyes were constantly switching from the street to his watch at a regular interval. Each second passing away quickly felt like a lost moment. He was losing himself. Though he his one hand was busy directing his path, the other was helping him to lessen the pain. Most of it was now red, like the rest of his left leg.

His mind kept him up to date with the remaining distance to the not-so-cherished but still a popular destination among the people. Humans sometimes exceed the limit of multitasking.

Exhaustive, yet amazing.

I will never know if he ever made it to the hospital or not. If he’s still alive is another question. There were roughly a few hundred people around him. No one noticed anything. Including me. Some thought he was crazy. Probably day-dreaming. This outside viewpoint was as accurate as you can get.

Maybe this all actually happened.

Maybe not.

How would I know? I was sipping my usual in the cafe when I saw him waiting impatiently at the traffic lights.

His rear left light was blinking.

It was still blinking.


The simple honest fact

“Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by something you love.”

We are here to drink beer!

“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”

― Charles Bukowski


This person had a point.

And a good one!


Sleeping at last

I see those stars,

Far away in the sky,

Shining like uptown bars,

Only if I can fly,

I’ve been there before,

But couldn’t ever catch one,

It was all smoky for sure,

My paper couldn’t even buy a ton,

These years turned me all red,

I guess I was all alone,

Always listened to messed up head,

From skin, now I’m only bone,

It all caught up, but now it’s past,

Screw it, I’m finally sleeping at last…

Erased Memories

Everybody please! This one is really abstract, so please let me know what are your interpretations after reading this…I would love to know!


At night when I wake up,

I see you asleep,

Lost in your beautiful,

Yet horrifying dreams down deep,

I can feel your breath,

I can touch your heart,

Yet you can’t feel me,

It always breaks me apart,

I’ve been into this habit,

Long enough for now,

Still can’t control myself,

I don’t know how,

To wake you up,

And make you realize,

That nothing is changed,

And you’re still alive,

I sit besides you,

Looking at your beautiful face,

It still is the same,

But it lost the time’s race,

Looks like it happened yesterday,

When we first met,

The scent that you wore,

Still lingers in my head,

Suddenly the Sun rises,

And I wish to wake you up,

My hands won’t let me,

But I won’t give up,

I’ll come again tonight,

I’ll be there by your side,

I wish I could stay forever,

But it’s time for me to say goodnight…

Dead memories

The Smoker

The sudden movement and sound of curtain,

Caught my attention,

& I took the note…

The door was closed,

Just 2 of us,

Even the light was low…


He was there,

In front of me,

Taking something out of the box…

Then I realized,

That all was preparation,

For the world’s most popular hoax…


As he lighted,

The tip of the danger,

A puff of smoke came out…

I sat up confused,

Thinking from the past incidents,

What it was all about…


The smoke in the dark,

Grew thicker and thicker,

He kept forming clouds of smoke…

Was it about her,

Or the mistakes he had done,

Or some bad dream in the morning when he woke…


The breathe was deep,

Keeping it calm,

He was lost in the thoughts in his mind…

I still wonder,

What they say to him,

Or do the really just bind?


Binding together,

The past forever,

& clouding the vision of future…

It stands as a wall,

Between the transition,

Making it possible to be lost forever…


The last pieces,

When put together,

Didn’t give a clue of this…

To clear them away,

Was as easy as dying,

But broken was the inner of his…

The clue was gone,

The smoke went away,

But the memories were fresh in the air…

No reasons were there,

No explanations were given,

Will it lead to him anywhere?