Tuesday 23 January 2024

The Dreamers

The ones who couldn’t dare to chase their dreams

The ones who could’t dare to risk their very existence

The ones who couldn’t dare to survive the falls

The ones who couldn’t dare to live the failures



The ones who couldn’t dare to think a life beyond

Selling their souls on weekdays for paychecks

Drowning the sorrows of sold souls in inexpensive liquor on weekends

The ones who couldn’t dare to leap out of the loop



They’ll never know what it feels like, to let go

Surrender to the idea of a dream 

Like it was the inevitable, the only, the obvious



The ones who sought comfort in compromises because they were too scared to desire their dreams

Will, but survive

Living life comes at a price, a rather expensive one

Saturday 17 June 2023

I'm Scared Of Days But I'm Scared Of Nights More

I'm scared of days

But I'm scared of nights more


When the lights are dimmed out and the hustles of the citylife have retired for the day

I lie wide awake, my tightly shut eyelids trying hard to convince me to fall asleep

While the insides of my very existence lie wide awake

Staring into the abyss of the darkness of my four walls

Negotiating for regrets to be forgiven as experiences

While wondering, in the depths of it's messed up flesh


When do you run out of second chances? 

When do you know you've had enough?

When do you say to yourself, "this is it"?

Do you keep piling onto the corpses of your expectations until the day you pile on as a corpse, dead from existing?

Or do you let go of it all, because you've bled a whole lot, and can't afford more dying expectations?

Where do you draw the line, which one's fair?


Once you've lived enough, you've died enough

Do you live enough till you cease to exist? 

Or, do you live enough till you choose to exist?

Tuesday 6 June 2023

Of Existences

En route to collecting memories

The desire to make them is lost


To wake up to a great morning

The longing for a good night is numbed


In search of a better life

The urge to live, lies buried and forgotten

Wednesday 11 January 2023

Caustic Canvas

Crayon wings scribbled on concrete walls

Lush green above, dead cobbles beneath

Life stood still at an odd crossroad

Set in motion, yet frozen in time

Wednesday 26 October 2022

The Beginning of The End

 If death wasn't an obvious

Would life still be as precious? 

If endings weren't an obvious

Would beginnings still be as ambitious?

Saturday 3 September 2022

Not a Love Story

She sought home in the world; he weaved worlds in a home

Time differences end a lot many affairs; perceptual differences could never let their's begin

Monday 30 May 2022

All Of What I Have

I have scars from the times I healed, and, tattoos from the times I couldn't

I have stories from the times I could re-live all over again, and, poetry from the times I didn't want to live even once

I have laughs from the times I pulled through and an ego to clothe them in, and, I have tears from the times I just couldn't, and many a mouthful of whiskey to drown them in


I have an insatiable urge to live for what the times to come might be, and, an irresistible urge to die for what the times to come will never be