Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay I wondered often how it must be, when our time is up and we have to leaveIs it the end when we cease to breathe?What is it like beyond what we see? Does death mean we are set free? What do our stories mean?All the joy, the pain and everything … Continue reading The eyes of the night
Image by Dirk Wohlrabe from Pixabay Numerous stories cramped up in one,Too many pathways, but reaching the end of none.Loving things and then suddenly I’m done. Blacking out for a while, then finding light,Liking it for a few moments before it hurts my eyes.Why did I choose this life? I wonder.Do I really want to … Continue reading Six Seconds of Self.
“What can I say that hasn’t been said
What can I do that hasn’t been done before
This world, so saturated with stories
Like a crystal jar overflowing at its brim
Even though I may think my story is new
The truth is that somewhere, at some point of time, it has existed
We call ourselves mortals, but I beg to differ
Our stories sail the breaths of time
Forever touching every being that will ever walk these lands and take flight in these skies
We come from dust and go back to it
The wind, the sand, the seas, all carrying the immortality of our being.”
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"What can I say that hasn’t been saidWhat can I do that hasn’t been done beforeThis world, so saturated with storiesLike a crystal jar overflowing at its brim Even though I may think my story is newThe truth is that somewhere, at some point of time, it has existedWe call ourselves mortals, but I beg … Continue reading What Can I Say?
https://youtu.be/q1QY601i3C0 I've only ever known how to dream big. So many dreams,so many fulfilled, many more shattered.So much encouragement, much more ridicule; but I've never known any other way.I live for the dreams that dance in my eyes with every breath I take.I live for the little and the big successesI live for the … Continue reading All I’ve ever known;
We are in our physical entiretyBeings of stubborn constitutionHolding so dearly in our palmsAlms of egoistic waywardness Our eyes cloaked by the deceit of generationsCould it be, that those who know better walk amongst us?Living in ridicule, shunned into silenceBy our inability to set aside our burdenous lies Have we been made so accustomed to … Continue reading Will we ever know?
Years in silence, my existence is vague | I look for answers, but find more questions instead | I ask myself often, who am I? | what is it that I believe? |what makes me happy? | Am I even real? | or am I just like one of those matryoshka dolls- Just layer after … Continue reading What
I know the air seems heavyAnd it feels like hope is deadI’m not saying it’s your fault, I’m sure as hell not saying it’s all in your head.But I will say thisThat all you see isn’t all there isMaybe today, even for a fleeting momentYou stop in your pathYou drown out the noise, and just … Continue reading Moment.
Is there something you’re waiting for?Perhaps a certain dawn,That would be brighter than before?Is there something you ignore?The soiled soul that you hideThat you pushed away deep insideBut they thrive in the darkness,The shadows that you avoidToo afraid to step close,Lest you’re dragged in againLest you fall down the same dark wellAnd begin to feel … Continue reading Penumbra.
As the air hangs heavy with the burden of death And the strings slip out of our hands Once mighty, colossal egos, Now slowly turning to sand. Illusions of majesty lie shattered and strewn Mirroring our mortal reality Reminding us, each moment Of our effortless disposability. Neither the Royal nor the beggar Is forever here … Continue reading The tables have turned