The wooden drawers sit quietly in the houses' forgotten rooms. They hold pieces of the past we cannot throw away yet. They bear our...

In the reality of a silent night, you face the truth. You meet again and your brain aches at a long night of confrontation. You've had...

The English Language is my shelter. It is what I clung to once I realised I was thorned into shreds, about the same time I was expected...

Inspiration has been knocking at my door at weird times. Dear precious visitor, at 2 am there is not much for me to do. I once decided to...

When I look at people’s faces, I wonder about many things. Are they happy? for instance. I wonder about the pain they must hide and its...

An epiphany hides inside my world. I tell her not to come, not now, not yet. Conceal yourself. I burry you with a well-knit ignorance. In...

Dear, you think I've been foolish. You think I could've hidden the words more, could've been more implicit. I see it in the way you...

I needed concrete goodbyes. Those they left me without. Or rather the ones I never offered myself. I had been living with untold...

It's beautiful. The moment you clumsily walk into a place with a wondering face scrutinising all that you see in search of familiarity....

My eyes don't see the beauty of the moment. They are painted with regrets, made to capture what to mourn for later, synchronised with a...

The confusion I feel when thinking about you is higher than the one I feel when attempting to solve mathematical problems. And, God knows...

For the first time, I was asked that question. Only for a brief amount of time did it occur to my mind before. But, I had never thought...

I look at myself in the mirror and weary is the only word I can utter. My eyes sunk into the kind of despair that is far too obvious. My...

Am I doing the same mistake, accepting things way too soon? Am I still not thinking independently? I've learnt that they're not always...

For me, standing outside and waiting for a bus to come, for a cab, for someone, for anything alone IS waiting for a hand from behind to...

As if swimming in a murky world, my brain floats and forgets everything. Incapable of bearing any weight, he forgets and denies and remains.

Words fall in my brain like pouring rain, washing my pains, embrittling my skin and hugging my fears.

I live in her; she lives in me. She is myself; I am her. We are all tangled up. I left her where I saw divers and submarines. I am about...

I hope I will not have to wonder why my pen's ink flows only to the past.

You know, sometimes, I miss the gentle flow of air hugging my ribs, how care would wrap me tightly from a word said or a told story. I...