I’m walking around in my room… maybe I’ve been in a cage, since the early 90s maybe it’s stayed quiet since that night in March when I first discovered quietness it wasn’t smothering at first; it was curious indeed that’s what happens to someone who comes from the hustle and bustle of the east, thenContinue reading “First time noticing quietness”
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Blinds
Everything’s back to normal, just like the way it used to be I just came out here, with my heart soaring with thoughts of what goodies I get to explore while tranquilized by the stripes of the blinds. A trusting girl, who breathes with her mouth closed. So many choices right now. This cell phoneContinue reading “Blinds”
Change is hard
Change is hard change is dire maybe we spent what felt like a couple of hours in that room trying to figure out this lingering sadness, subtle and deep in our bones from loneliness? Facing this chill head on in the silent room at night under the dim lights with the cat on the edgeContinue reading “Change is hard”
An olive world
When I least expected you walked in the room, and all lights turned dim you yourself turned dim and it eased the glow of your olive green shirt that reminds me of my olive green swimsuit you and I, an olive skin to clothe amalgamation so amazing you looked with your summer tan on thatContinue reading “An olive world”
Sunny day outside the smoky room
I sit up on the bed amid a sea of skeletons there’s smoke in the air that blurs vision and the sunlight hides behind smelly old curtains I’ve been feeling like a a blank canvas and that was ok; it was better not to feel than to feel the door’s shut from outside, blocking allContinue reading “Sunny day outside the smoky room”
It’s that type of love
Would I give my life for her? Would I sacrifice everything, for her? Would I let my self be a puppet to her strings? Would I trust her… with every god damn thing? When there’s darkness, there’s nothing else but silence When there’s a room, there’s nothing but my body and my heart in itContinue reading “It’s that type of love”
Boxed shell
How real is this fact That I’m out here, able and intact Underneath shelters and shelters of Clothes, blankets and thick walls Preserved in like a specimen Segregated and closed off in a pitch black cellular chamber That’s silent, faraway, and forgotten Awake, with a buried heart that wonders Whether there’s a man in aContinue reading “Boxed shell”
Samasya Tapasya 