Our Sufferings

What draws us to suffering I can not say, can it be that our miseries stand staunch by our sides while happiness is always in the cruelest form?   For our joys are a mere mirage, shiny hallucinations from the distant, sparkling optical illusions when the rays of sun descends.   And when we look …

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Metamorphosis

I grew up beyond the grey walls…. Walls that changed hues under varied spells, mama would strictly keep me inside.   The thick silver parapets adorned tiny holes, black ashen specks from where I marveled at the cruel oddity of the world.   A faded sepia of Papa hung at a crooked angle-tilted towards outside,shadowing other …

Fangs of Sadness

Like a seizure sadness took hold of my withered heart a brutal blow , frenzied  it leapt, spat it’s venom  in tubular veins to merge with red liquids, now in possession of every fold of the body,  even when joyous  petals touche my cheek, love birds suckle on heavenly nectars, or naked rain drops take me in …

Lady Aloofness

The patron goddess of lonely beings, Lady Aloofness, adorned in ashen maxi enthroned on errie silence visited last dampish evening Between her listening and mine chatters The maiden Stillness stood but the resolute goddess coiled around my neck like a raven serpent slithering going mary go-round strangulating all the chords dwelling in humble throat, chocking …

Grey-Eyed Sadness

On the wintry chariots of November Oh! grey -eyed sadness you arrived yet again , though the fallen leaves were premonitions of the fast approaching hours of our rendezvous.   But the fool  in me hoped this cold your arrivals might be delayed but here I am a meek little being already in your sturdy embraces my  my …