A grave of guilt 

A truth was buried in the grave of guilt  And covered in the soil of sin  Lies planted upon the earthly disguise Branched out and rooted in... . Shone the Fruit upon the glint of sun, From prettiest flowers, coloured to lure The eyes and minds of innocent hearts And seed in them the lust…

I take a chance

I just take the chance of finding solace that I can talk to people even when they can't hear. I can talk when they're miles away. I can talk when they do not live. And my words don't feel like a waste of breath. . I am the guardian of my own thoughts when I don't…

Down the stepwell of questions

So, today was pretty much insignificant. Insignificant, i.e.- something that doesn't hold importance. Right? But what's important and what's not? That is the question.    Shakespeare makes an appearance in my head, and says: "Human emotions and beauty is... " Hawking says: "God plays dice, whatever is important, isn't here, isn't this!" Rowling came, and…

Fibs and Myths

Midst fibs and myths of god's existence, I sat hands folded- clenching anger in the prayer,  But tendrilar strokes of intrigue unfolded,  then I sat dumbfounded, awestruck there...   Melting into the air, the products of nothingness, the ash of burnt up graves of light... could arouse the spark of lost belief, of wonder, of amazement,…

Cold floor, colder feelings, smoke and more

you know what's beautiful? when i sit on cold floor, and even colder feelings inside of me... and i know, that finally i'm home alone and i can afford to release. But somehow, i cannot because there is always a hesitation that chokes back sobs and words alike... either arising because i sit there not…