On Constancy

Constancy is like numbness. It cannot be perceived; it is a flat line of inactivity.  What can be sensed is flaws and fluctuation. And sometimes, I'm numbed. This numbed state of my mind leads me very easily into a state of comfortable deterioration. It makes me feel at home in my comfort zones and that…

Unaltered words

​Eyes look like Vacant emotion Of dry tears  The plea to cry lidded Beneath thick walls of kohl Utterances, answers- reduced To orphan talk in phoney voice  Unclaimed belief frets loosely  Within the hold of hypocritic truth  Movements, motion- maimed  To mere mechanic ticking of time  Forced routine and dreary steps  Fall back into cycles…