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Souls of a Bittersweet Life

This poem is really special because it’s co-written by my friend, Jo_Zav. She is an amazing writer who can effortlessly weave together words, rendering a vivid text that brings its every abstract voice to life. Elegant, poignant and concise, her work is absolutely beautiful! I’m so thankful to her for writing this piece with me.…

Sapphire Winds

Fires of September, half-moon tempersFlying with the pastels that colour the ninth…No, we can only look for these sapphire winds to pass. Did you know you can catch a wave inside the numbers?The one that’s painted in neon pictures?You know, it’s not too hard to hold in this weatherAnd it’s just enough to bridge the…

Beautiful Tears

The sun never sets over these monochromes,It is just there, streaking my sky with beautiful tears,But I try hard to drown it, right inside the town from these folds,Where the abstract art of bursting lights and uncoloured sighsAre shone in the night like shadows.But it wouldn’t give in,Even when the silence in the heartbeat echoes,Even…

The Beach

The love I feel is still too raw to need a testament to its loss. Because you see, to live after witnessing the birth of something so spectacular only to stumble upon a realisation that it is really quite not is a cruel fate for the mind. Especially when it’s still in the air, when…

The End

About it allIs the sunlit glory up in the cloudsA life coveted, the souls chased afterThe peace wrapped in a promising presentBut it’s all just a shard of one dimension I watch and admire its bright auraLock it in its air and switch my gaze back. My mother keeps running down the spiralInto the dizzying…

A Teardrop On Time’s Skin

The light is lit in those lands,So I’ll bear your silhouette’s sin And I’ll catch in my handsA teardrop on time’s skin. How sinister is this?This parting, so rich that the pictures dim,Swift in your head like our black fruits, a curse.Just a new doorway as fuel when it all begins.But time will grieve for me…

Green Fields

The ride begins And the world movesSliding away, slipping past our frames Down the bumps on the road, bouncing offThe hopes, to green fields afarFrom the backseat of our hearts.

The House

Took the the trash out,In a nonchalant daze,The click of a doorknob,The ease from the restrains. The sky, a light-edgeOf a thousand blue images The flower veins behind glass,The silent melodies in clasps. And then the windows, the sunlit dust motesOf new knick-knacks, fresh coffee rings, red chairsAnd warm loving eyes. Time and time again, I…

The Last Timekeeper

“You see, living in the past is a cruel delusion, Chancellor.”A gold-dusted leaf drifts down by a lingering wind’s grace, as slender as a feather, to flow and adorn a tuft of grass fringing the chancellor’s rock.Inol Harmon sighs, his scrawny legs dangling against the little boulder he is perched on. Unmoved, on the rock…

Indigo Mercy

I broke the sun’s seam, watched myself sieveThe sky from the sea, an indigo mercy. I might have deserted them,There on the black veil,Of silence and pain, swirled in rain. For their horizon was curved in white,The chill of vague, a mist in sight. But I didn’t dare, couldn’t bearTo leach our core spirit out…

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