you’re stepping on the ground.

every day i come home
and find myself
trying to stare through
those black + white walls
hoping to rent some colors
and moving thoughts
however mindless
they might seem
it’s better than
standing together
with no wishes or dreams

and then your face
slowly walks over
into my eyes
their lies fade away
into the colored canvas
of a dusky sky

but soon as a blink
i breathe in
and your eyes are gone
leaving my smile
halfway along
the way
where wishes and dreams
stay

and i see a cracked
faint voice over my ears
lingering around
“hey, you need to
keep walking
you’re stepping on the ground.”

daydream.

yesterday

i walked out in the streets of
a misty daydream
i stumbled on the sides of
a dozen dead realities
i saw many a men watering
roots of a dead tree
i heard a person die and
many people laughing
i met with an artist whose
art died in love

and i decided i’ll be going back
to forget about today

until tomorrow.

untitled.

o nadaan sar utha ke to dekh tu kahan baitha hai,
ye doosron ke andhere ka aaj bhi savera hai,
jis sagar ki khushbu ko tu roz paar krta hai,
uss kashti ki khwahish mein unka din raat guzarta hai,
kabhi mudke to dekh tu kahan baitha hai,
na peechhe koi dikha aur na aage,
tu kal bhi akela tha, aur aaj bhi akela hai.

Starboy

I’m a growing
Icelandic shark
all grown-assed, I can
admit now
I have multiple heads

one that smells of
merlot and noir
another full of cold-
blooded diamonds
& often times under the moonlight
it seems, as if the eyeballs
have been sharpied
inside the sockets

I’m still learning how
to hold a hand and
walk through
or drink the leftover
blood from the skull
of others

my hands don’t warm
me and I like slipping
out of myself
often, leaving no hands
to take the lead &
puppet me

my dreams feel like
being sucked into
the sky & I lift, but
it is so quiet.
shhh…
I can hardly breathe

please, hold my hand.
it is such a pleasure
to be not dead and
walking through
this place, with you.

Dancing with the devil

she was once in love
with the devil, dancing
with him in the pale moonlight.

i saw her lips
pressed against her knees
as the moonlight reflected
off her, searching for
an escape in her
distant gaze.

she shone like a raw diamond
through her cracks.

her eyes carried the stars
and gentle scars,
a chaos of dreams,
hopes, and her past.

lust was reduced to the
melting wax, as
slowly, but surely,
she became soulmates with
the lies.

she was once in love,
she said.

she shouldn’t have lied
to herself.

Together or apart

once upon a sonnet i was,
in manicured lawns and orion nights,
the silver brook ran without a pause,
flowers rested in yesterday’s delight,
the wakening birds around me speak,
of a spirit kindred to my own,
i hear their long scythe whispering to the weak,
i was sure i worked no more alone,
but soon enough the sun did fade,
and my dreams just held on to speech,
unsure i was, without any aid,
and fog covered what was within my reach,
as long as i can light up the dark with my heart,
so long it won’t matter, if we’re together or apart.

Coffee

“What do you want?”

I wondered, as I looked
right at the question.

I thought of many things
they never put on the menu.

like a job, a truck,
food, always more food,
a little gas money, an expensive guitar,
more open roads, less speed limits.

freedom.

time.

things they can’t give me.

“By the way, I like your hair.”

I’d rather take coffee than
compliments right now, I thought
to myself.

Just coffee, I replied.

“And how would you like it?”

Black – like my soul.

Stories – Day 2 -The monk who sold her mopet

In case you don’t know about the book mentioned, check it out here. It’s pretty good.

I once wanted an escape and recharge myself like the monk who sold his Ferrari and be in nature, detox emotionally and physiologically. And read and blog.
I am in Sweden being the monk who sold her mopet and doing exactly what I wanted. Never give up on dreams but never wish for pain. The world has lot to offer in that field already
God bless!

 

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Stories – Day 1 – Never stop fighting

This is one of my personal favorites. Enjoy.

At first I didn’t scroll down all the way so I thought “THE END” really was the end of the post, and the end of the story and I almost burst into desperate tears at the lack of resolution. It made me realize how much I agree with you. I’ve always been a dreamer. I was going to be salutatorian of my graduating class and attend college with a full ride scholarship. But I would’ve been miserable. I want to thrive, not just survive. So I gave all that up to go to school in France instead. People are meant to be fulfilled dreams, not societal norms. We weren’t meant to fit comfortably in boxes. Thank you for telling the truth, brother. Never stop fighting for your dreams.❤

 

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Bang

12:57 AM.

I rested my head
against the comfort of
my pillow and closed
my eyes
in the hope of
timely sleep

for a change.

just few hours
of pitch dark velvet
sky over me
around me.

no notifications
no vibrations
no wishes
no dreams
no reality

just absolutely
nothing.

3:12 AM.

shit.

I got up and
sat down against
the back of my chair.

the reflected rays
of the sun
had flooded the room.

I tried again.
and this time,
the sleep snuck up on me
like a hunter stalking
an unsuspecting prey.

and, bang.