If you told me
I could fly,
You know I would believe you.
I wish you did say the lovely things
at right time
But that’s just a kid blabbering
spoiled by a loving mom.
Don’t shower me with gratitude
It will leave me helpless
in case you won’t be around
All I really want is Continue reading
I can still remember the time when I wanted to be an adult, really bad. It was a kind summer. I was just eight. Kids were playing on the ground. When I am saying kids, I am talking about the “kids” a year or more younger than me. I never wanted to be called a kiddo or ‘kids’. None should have made the mistake. But one person did.
The weather brought cool breeze. Unlike in movies, the bangs of my hair were swinging wildly with the wind. Man, my mom, who happens to be a hairdresser doesn’t seem to know my struggle. No, I never had one of those moments when my hair flows perfectly against the wind to catch anyone’s attention. Nobody did. At least that’s what I thought. Continue reading
Writing is fun and addictive to some point. The act of writing gives you the contentment of being heard if not, respected. It is in itself an irreplaceable treasure. A gift for you to yourself. For me, it is one of the reasons to keep me going through the bitter phases of life.
Will you remember me
if I give up my life right now
Boy, do I fear death
Ask a happy person if he prefers to die
The answer is a straight “No”
Oh the irony.
There’s this fear of being forgotten,
I don’t want you to remember me and cry Continue reading
The gravitation of my favourite bed
These few months, I am not myself
I find it extremely easy to stare at a white screen for as long as I know
Back resting on the cold walls, on the bed
It’s winter and the walls are cold
But I need to settle down the heat burning inside of me.
Waking up is the hardest thing to do
So are the best parts of my life, the things I loved,
I see you under the limelight
bending your body, toes on the ground
Hands on hips, in a circular motion
Now that the party is over
Glitters on the floor
They didn’t come, did they
You shooed them, no wonder
I’m used to partying alone