Keyboard warrior There are twenty six alphabets strong enough to make someone’s day, or make you fall in love, maybe even hold destruction by the scruff of its neck and save the planet. You can raise toasts, gods, hell and sing them lullabies. You can turn humans into life-savers. There are twenty six alphabets at … Continue reading Keyboard warrior
Self-love or otherwise. Your first attempt at loveteaches you true love.The ‘I’ve got to make this work’ kind,the innocent, ‘vanilla is the best’ kind,the unconditional, ‘always? always.’ kind.For me, the girl was a reincarnationof everything I had ever loved.There were no terms and conditions,no warnings,and we didn’t take steps one day at a time.Our bed … Continue reading Self-love or otherwise.
limitless. Someone said to me, “the sky is just a glass dome shielding us from a cold world where we wouldn’t survive and when it’s dark outside you can see the snow collected on the sky,” and there are three things about this snowfall sky that I have a problem with, personally, globally, creatively. One. … Continue reading limitless.
Cosmic. I visited a dead city once. It had no roads, no shelters, no bodies. There were only broken walls, shattered roads, and souls - an aftermath of war. I believe that after our final lesson of letting go of life, the souls learn how to stay and so among these ruins, they kick back, … Continue reading Cosmic.
Stop fucking poetry. “it’s easy to be a writer in 2019” what makes you think it’s easy to be a writer ever? Some get traumatized by bullying or an early divorce or assault and they write war cries down on paper. Every syllable, every decibel, screaming louder than their oppressors. It’s the scream, the pain, … Continue reading Stop fucking poetry.