The prejudice are we the him and the hers We who set the edicts, the laws and the rules. Upon her have bestowed a chauvinist curse; A life breathing silently … Continue reading The Festering Feminism
The thought crawled aliveIn the dead of the night,Rambled my thinking,And gripped my mind,A mystery to ponder uponIn the daylight,An enigmatic realityOr merelyA delusion of a kind; What are we beyondFlesh … Continue reading Universe and Me!
I held on to my imaginationThe words that were never said,Actions were enough to scream its existenceI thought of the colour of love as red, Now that I see it … Continue reading Delusional Illusion
What’s the colour of your dream?Is it yellow, pink, green or blackOr is it simply white, like a canvas that’s blank? Is it Pacific with a depth of an ocean,Or … Continue reading The Colour of my Dream
I scribbled this thinking about you,And how if you were a novel,An adventure of sadness and happiness,Woven together like a love lost in heaven, You would remind me of the … Continue reading My Mysterious Muse
Settling my hopesWith the setting skyHolding preservance by my side, I froze my desiresFor the time being,As my thoughts meltedUnder the warmth of theGodly Bling! Such is the glamourOf the … Continue reading The Fuming Flare
Some five o’clock shadowsSome with a stubble,Some clean shaven brats,Some rock it inBandholz rubble, A goatee stands outBalbo dazzles,Imperial comesBack in townSideburns are the newRustling razzles, May it be in … Continue reading For all the Bearded Men out there!
A dire dilemmaSurfaced my thoughtsCombined with distressMy words toppledAnd were lost In the depthsOf the UniverseA little pixie with more dustUnknown to my eyeThe bestial let alone the unjust My … Continue reading My Muse – My Rhythm, My Blues
A tale toldIn yonks,Narrated yet again, Putting soul intoThe Immortals,Animism disdained, A tale betweenThe Sky,And howThe Earth belowStanding ten feet high, With a cracking crowOf a magpie,Were jinxed and cursedBy … Continue reading The Boundless Horizon
If you find yourself awake at 3am,struggling to sleep becauseyour mind is over thinking You might be a writer, If you fall for wordsbecause of what they meanwhen they roll … Continue reading The Writer’s Tip
I held on to my imaginationThe words that were never said, Actions were enough to scream its existenceI thought of the colour of love as red, Now that I see … Continue reading Love – A Hallucination
The Death looksLike a living beingDwelling inside me, Creeping and crawlingUnder my skin, Constantly reminding meOf my Life –A fragile being, So powerless,So vulnerable,It owes death a life, An oblation, … Continue reading Death – Life in a Disguse