look up, my dear friend
life is more than the hours
of your nine to five
look up, my dear friend
life is more than the whispers
of your life’s mistakes
look up, my dear friend
life is beyond the limits
of your own sorrows
look up, my dear friend
life is waiting just for you
take a chance on you
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 8:28 AM UTC
does anyone feel the ticking of the clock -
a deadline, a rush, a finality
an end to our ways of living.
in the brink of another calamity
overwhelmed by the world
of devastation and cruelty.
striking down the minority,
aiming to breathe,
swimming up against the current,
the water invading our lungs -
we are drowning.
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC
i seek the shadows that comfort me
from the shame of vulnerability.
i can’t feel the sorrow and the grief of loss
under the day’s brightness.
as if the light acts as a dam,
preventing the next great flood from god.
under hecate’s protection, i am cloaked,
hidden from others (and from my own eyes).
when i was young, my parents taught me
that emotions are not for boys.
emotions were like barbies -
and toying with either is an act of shame.
one time i was desperate and needed
the comfort that only parents can provide.
i cried in front of my mother, she stopped me and said,
“i’ll give you something to cry about.”
so i learned to hide under the blankets.
i let it all go - stifling the sobbing whimpers.
afraid to be caught, afraid to be punished,
afraid of another humiliating lecture.
i wrap my arms around my hollowness,
holding the sheets closeby.
alone, finding solace within.
fighting my battles on my own.
here in the darkness, i bathe in my own vulnerability.
gasping for hope in between sobs.
tonight - there will be a baptism.
tomorrow - i will be renewed.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 12:28 PM UTC
see the water glisten
like jelly, it quivers
in custody of foreign lands.
see the water swallow,
restraining my body.
all my life,
i’ve floated in uncertainty;
but now i’m held,
in complacent inevitability.
see the water mirror –
the deserted moon,
shining brighter, mightier,
than earth’s –
immortal, god sent
glorious diamonds.
see the water baptize
like alcohol, it cleanses
the past, the mistakes, and the regrets.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
this feeling of finiteness
in the past couple of days,
savouring the smallest details
grateful for every second.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 9:05 AM UTC
the streets buzzing with tourists and outsiders
taking over our city with their suburban bravado.
i choose to remain in the coolness of my home.
away from society - a voluntary banishment.
with an aching void and a punishing responsibility,
a freedom not taken for granted, but neglected.
aimless and without passion.
hopeless and without ambition.
helpless and without provision.
falling from great heights with no hope of return,
i pray for a calling, a mission, or a path.
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 1:53 PM UTC
i sit there in my lifeless, cold, grey room,
the rain taps on my window religiously.
the mist of the newly brewed tea rises,
as the dull brown liquid stains the white porcelain cup.
i sit there thinking, dreaming.
thinking, dreaming of what could be.
thinking, dreaming of what will be.
i think and dream of suffering and of relief.
i think and dream of failures and of success.
i think and dream of monstrosity and of perfection.
i sit there thinking and dreaming.
the grey intensifies, overwhelms, and dominates,
every speck of grey aims to blind and to bind me.
the objects of my thoughts and dreams become reality.
monsters and angels seep out of the corner walls.
nothing is all i can do.
but sit.
thinking.
dreaming.
waiting to be devoured.
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
another workday -
ignore the catastrophe,
bury your conscience.
another number,
type away the foreboding,
count down the minutes.
another dollar,
think about the bottomline,
excess overflow.
another warning -
it is coming to an end.
when will we wake up?
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
she paints an image of herself –
all flaws gone, erased from reality:
blissful heaven and ecstasy are all that are left.
brushes away her transgressions,
her fears and regrets.
sadness overpowered by a layer of cyan.
she is happy at this moment,
and the stroke after that,
and the stroke after that – i hope.
she is her own goddess – creator of beauty –
maker of paradise –
mother of thin, crowded jet-black lines.
every tint of ink, a new creation;
a bridge to herself;
a mirror of herself.
she is the artist striving for perfection.
every hour she batters herself.
every hour she compares herself.
aiming for the stars and beyond,
but she only fools herself –
for she is perfection.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 11:09 AM UTC
how eerie it is to watch the unfathomable happen
right before our eyes, burning through
our privilege, destroying our make believe borders of protection.
neatly trimmed bushes, newly painted streets
yet there it is, the pandemonium of
the violence, the fear
scrolling through feeds to see lives taken
by the tip of a fuel raged knife
or by the impact of a charged bullet.
what was once seen on our tv,
now happening two blocks down
how unraveling to see that
our backyards are burning.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 10:06 AM UTC