A mess of thoughts, inked through a writer’s block

I have been trying to write. I swear I have tried most possible means. I have stayed up in the silence of the night, waiting for a muse to drift by into sleepy eyes. I have strayed into lonelier dirtpaths, recluse benches, shadowy trees, pitch dark corners, my bed, the floor, upon a table, under…

On sadness and grief

Isolation is a crevice in my head, where my thoughts like to dwell and dawdle when grief seeps. Grief seeps, it doesn’t pour. It does not pour like the rain- heavy and dark, then clear and clean when the sun moves out. It seeps slow, smooth and soft. It fills in like the kind of…

sigh

It's late night, and my household's all fast asleep. I'm sitting nearby the balcony, and thanks to the cool sea breeze, I don't have to risk for a creaking fan to cure the heat and wake unwanted attention alongside. I've just begun savouring the silence, and as if in indirect mockery, a car with a…

Drowning words on a lonely night

​Silken lies that cloak my mind Enveloping pits of flaws  and soaking sighs Are drenched again  In this fluid sadness Are quenched again  with strewn madness Silken words that  wrap my heart  Falter again and fall apart Leaving me as  a sum of memories Lying loose upon  collapsing theories.  Beliefs and reason  bore through  the…

Loneliness crawls

Loneliness crawls under my shirt cold spreads over latent hurt   scanty shivers dress down hearth cold quivers s t r i p  o f f my worth   blood in other's flesh doesn't warm my dying heart and mine? blotted upon obscure, orphaned  art   Loneliness crawls makes me unwhole flawed symphony calls through the…