Don’t tell me God doesn’t weep;
these fallen stars
Are witness
to tears shed
and your wish upon a shoot-ing star
remains in vain

Hopes and dreams and desires
you vacuum,
these stars
are nothing more than flecks
of dust, littered across the night sky
that you no longer recall

This velvet suffocates-
No fairy dust to light the way
each constellation
a hindrance in the philosophy
of existence-
we no longer wish
to understand.


She Burns Lavender Incense


She burns lavender incense
To fill her lungs with silent hope
They said it would help,
Help her remember
Bring back memories
Clear her thoughts so jumbled
Like hair knotted together over years of ignorance
and her fingers will try to do the job
Combing, combing, combing
Unsuccessfully, painfully;

That’s what her life has become
Lavender incense in the morning,
In the afternoon,
In the evening
All in the solemn hope of rectifying
A past so jumbled,
Navigating turns into claustrophobia.

I think life is a journey…

I think life is a journey, one we have no idea that we’re on. Every choice that we make is the road we take to the next town. Every person that we meet can either decide to take the journey with us or just remain a townie, memories held but no longer an active part. […]

Shooting Star

Thinking about it now, the notion might appear foolish on the surface. The night sky was dusty at best and completely crowded. Littered across this beautiful velvet blanket were small pinpricks, fiery balls of gas that somehow held the heart of every single individual on Earth.

I know you look towards the sky for help and guidance. I know you watch in awe at the small bodies that float above you, miles and miles away. I know you speak to them in the solace of your room, completely alone. Don’t deny it because the heart wants what the heart can’t have.

Watching a glittery jet stream across the sky always captures my attention. There are those of us who ink our bodies with the picture our eyes bestow us so that when world knocks them down hard and instead of a clear sky devoid of city sights they have a skyline full of skyscrapers they’ll look down at their body, place a finger on the art, close their eyes and wish upon a dream that could someday withstand the uncertainties of life.

There is a certain beauty in this wishful thinking. The idea that a fallen eyelash or a shooting star possesses holds the power to strum a tune at our heartstrings that makes goose bumps appear on our skin from the very sound. I want to fall asleep to that sound, a lullaby that holds me close in its arms and whispers sweet nothings through the night.

I hope you get the chance to catch a shooting star, hold it close to your heart and cling to the hope that it brings you. Only then will you realise that it is an indication of something big, an image you need to blow up in order to understand its message. And I’ll watch you standing under this blanket of heavenly beauty, watch you close your eyes, hold out your hand towards it, hoping to catch whatever magic it leaves in its wake and watch your heart make a wish that I pray come true.

I think we all …

I think we all like to be told from time to time, that we were born for something great. That our mere existence complies of small achievements that will lead to something beautiful. Something to be proud of. But sometimes we overlook our great achievement and only realise when it’s too late. That the air […]

The World Through My Eyes


The sea looks so serene
In the dead of night
The road to infinity
Small bumps on the way
Gentle pushes
Swaying along the current
Till i can reach home

Blood curdling screams
My hands shake
Pool of blood at my feet
My bare toes curl under
Like the lipstick
I fumble to remove
It spreads

Wings flap above me
Pristine feathers
Wrap around me
Shielding me from the cold
Covering my eyes
Only fragments visible
Just enough
Not too much

His hands wrap around my torso
Fingers entwined
Woven together
Made into one
My sigh inescapable
Whispers on my forehead

My dream’s an abyss
Dark and bottomless
Like the velvet sky
At an eclipse
The sound’s louder
Hands reach out
And pull

Dust covered books
Pasts forgotten
Futures ruined
Presents famished
Chapter by chapter
One page torn at a time
God complex

They broke me
Made me indifferent
Scars visible
For the world to see
I share these with them all
They too are broken
In a world that chooses to exploit
Its way into our hearts

The day i met you
Smiles and dimples
Big blue eyes
Fascination infinite
Innocence second nature
Flowers tattooed on your skin
Glitter in your hair
Plump fingers reached out
Took ahold
But the fall was hard
Reality pushed and pulled
Finally the world was no longer perfect
The world through your eyes
Through my eyes
Was broken