[349] The Magic of Thinking

[349] The Magic of Thinking

I don’t think people know how to thinkThey look at others to confirm realitywho look at others and it goes on and onWe have inherited tribalismwhich rests in our mindwaiting for moments of disquietand the admittance of short term thinkingwhere we mistake impulse as intuitionand the world turns into a war zoneThe end is nighI [...]

[345] Find Me

[345] Find Me

I find no meaning in finding meaning ⁣⁣⁣ As they say that the lost cannot be found⁣⁣⁣ I shape the lineage of all my emotions ⁣⁣⁣ who usually find me lost in the clouds⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣ A teardrop to break through walls⁣⁣⁣ A sign to hold on to you⁣⁣⁣ A lie to catch your faux honesty⁣⁣⁣ [...]

[344] It Rained Inside

[344] It Rained Inside

I am her little secretshe hides me in her mindand meets me in her dreamswhere we skip once upon a timeI fall to the groundshe invites me inside her homeI stumble in as the cloud rumblesonly for it to rain inside her homeThe air is drowning we can seebut we hold each other’s handsIsn’t that [...]

[343] Exhibition in Vanity

[343] Exhibition in Vanity

I am in the making of my own digital cageI confess all the numbness that comes with not listening to yourself Just to seek validation from you that in itself comes from a similar point of view Creating a distorted made up world full of unicorns of positivity hidingdemons of loneliness Chasing quiet but I [...]

[339] Lost Truth

[339] Lost Truth

In the evening I see shapes of people attempting to get fit from my window. I see in them familiar shapes and faces, enough for me to feel the urge to go outside and meet them. My eyes focus on one such familiar-looking individual.⁣ ⁣ He drags himself slowly with his head down, unaware of [...]

[338] Too Many Dreams

[338] Too Many Dreams

I think about you just enough for you to knock in my dreams where we dance inside cyclones and fiery storms to descend inside volcanoes that bloom like flowers Why did we give all of us to emotions that made us feel nothing Did we want to touch the extreme of love so bad that [...]

[337] Anticipatory Love

[337] Anticipatory Love

Dissociation in style I walk on reflected clouds It’s a metaphorical living I wish I could live on the ground I always wander in the spaces Liminal places of the nether world where the shape of a snow is intact and the anticipation of a surprise still better than the surprise of you visiting where [...]