From my father I got,
Anger, Self doubt, a lonesome tiredness of people. No discrimination.
He taught me to question everything
Even when there are no answers
Even when the question itself was the answer
There is no better built in confidence in the universe, like that of a man in his 60s
Having lived a small but loud life.
Full of oppressors and zero self love. A proud life
My father doesn’t always understand why I follow the herd
Having always been the Sherpa, minding his business on top of his high mountain
He tells me to get higher paying jobs in one breath, and that I’m still a baby in another
From him, I’ve learned the value of hard work
And the basics of computer
And how to yell for no good reason
My father loves me dearly and I miss him so
If only he knew how to love himself better
Then maybe I’d miss him more
Jun 30, 2024
Jun 30, 2024 at 4:50 PM UTC
if we can begin new every day
with our routine
with the dreadful evening naps
with every sigh & breath
inhaling, exhaling, and again
we begin & end things
with our decisions
with our relations
inhaling, exhaling, and again
do we even realise the magic we emit?
when we exhale and inhale again
there is no abrupt stop
there is no space for sorrow
there is no space at all
magic is the infinite connection
between endings & beginnings
this magic we must mirror
mirror it in our thoughts
in our oceans of chaotic emotions
in our burrows of structured actions
even after life
because surely enough, before you know it
POP goes the magic
inhaling, exhaling, one last time
before we hit refresh
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 2:08 AM UTC
I cry for my mother
I cry for my father
I cry
Even when there are no tears left to shed
Have we spoken enough about family?
My existence, how odd
My life, utterly jarred
Only with worry and sorrow for my creators
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 5:19 AM UTC
Everything looks lost in the sea
As if the sun never shone
As if the trees never spoke
Dark blue hands, pointing at me
All water is lucid like my dreams
Spinning with no centre
Speeding and it enters
Dying at the surface of the sea
Just a voice and a vibration
Keeping me grounded
Saving men surrounded
All come together, to get lost in the sea
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
Blue and black
She’s like a wallflower
Reflecting your shiniest self
Without any power
Pink and red
She’ll always be there
Just look up, up, up
But we don’t really care
Orange and purple
She absorbs every cigarette smoke
Does she know, she’s enough?
Standing tall, just for us folks
Yellow and grey
She feels insecure today
Lightening strikes
And she smiles again tomorrow
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 11:43 PM UTC
There are spider webs
In my bathroom
Over the tank
Under the sink
They are so old and tangled
Indeed, a little tough to handle
But they look more at home
Compared to my pool of shedding hair
Going down the drain
Every day, a little by little
And somehow when I look at that
And then I glance at the webs
I can’t help but wonder
Who really belongs here
Who really has more of a purpose?
Is it their space or mine?
Or are we all just invited
To exist and exit?
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 1:05 PM UTC
At 10:00am, I wake up
The same four walls greet me
Walls that see my tea cup
Going cold on the window sill
At 5:45pm, I finish work
Just like how the bee ***** a flower
Honey, collected ultimately by some ****
Anyway, then I hit the shower
At 7pm, I see the sun set
So I send a little prayer
To the stars, although we have never met
But failing to see their end, I tell them I'm scared
At 1am, a little warning in the wind occurs
Saying it's ok to be wary but to stay put
To believe that when tomorrow recurs
The sun will be brighter & the moon will be afoot
At 10:00am, I wake up.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
Excuse me, Sir,
If i could just have a minute of your time?
To tell you about the colour purple
It's fading. No, I don't need your dime!
Just your attention, ATTENTION
We march at dawn albeit some can fly
Together we can find the other dimension
Where the purple things go to die
Let's walk & talk, yes that's not rude
Yes Sir, I know you need to save your pension
But next we stand to lose red & blue, isn't that crude
If we could only extend our observation?
Without purple, how will we embrace the rain
Our purple polar bears are dying, excessive pain
Purple lives matter, purple rights matter
Yes Sir, I understand you can't physically care
But Sir, saving purple today is essential
Tomorrow purple can save white, it has the potential!
Take this pamphlet at least, won't hurt
Have a good day sir, excellent purple shirt!
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 3:31 AM UTC
Its a rare sight those extra brown beady eyes
Its a rare type that washes my wary in a wipe
Its a fearful deal
That extra brightness I feel
Its a wonderful day
When the lost rhyme & rhythm stays
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 2:35 AM UTC
I looked in
the mirror today
She looked back at me,
Scared but kind of okay
We talked for a while
I finally asked her, what’s wrong
She trembled & said, “I may be broken, no..
Truly, we are all kind of broken.
But something is breaking away, everyday.”
Like a faulty guitar string
Out of tune, out of luck
Waiting to be pulled, plugged and played
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC