The Phrase

I pen down “I love you” three times. Signifying completeness, a sad perfection. I chant the phrase repeatedly like a prayerful hymn. I chant it while I encircle the iron cast throne we build as one. I tie the phrase to my ankle, my wrist and my forehead. A constant evocative reminder to myself. Strong feelings … More The Phrase

My Society

I am lost in society and its ideas. My association with it has stumbled me out of myself or rather the person I would want to be, the person I hoped to be. Being careless with my heart, I give away my attention every time this society displays its dazzling smile to me and soon, … More My Society

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These are the last words of my filth, my bellowing and fleeting youth. I’ve had thousands of conversations with myself, debating my true motives, questioning my religion, scrutinizing those I have affection for. Tiring hours of pointless words which formulate sentences, can my soul rest in peace during a summer’s night? It slips through my … More .

Captured Slave

You braid a rope, a threefold cord. Close and tight and you make me noose to tie around my neck. You give me a choice: to hang or worship you for an unending time. I can’t decide as both are tempting commitments. A weight around my curved neck. A captured slave with a wooden bar … More Captured Slave

Nameless

Develop a story in your mind; imagine the characters and the roles they will play. Imagine their features and their character traits. Pick your favourite and identify with them and their successes and their challenges. I repeat this ritual when I think of you. You develop a new role in my imagination each day, season and … More Nameless