I recently read that we are all actors in life I have lately started believing this conspiracy. Don’t we all play characters we think wins love, Acting funny, stupid and mean for an applause? We soliloquize, conscious that our thoughts are seen. Blood and violence sells more, surprise beats normal, And what’s sexier than high-handed... Continue Reading →
Where do your smiles go when they leave your lips? I think they fly around us, looking for a purpose. The loud carefree laughs look to infect and often succeed They die in my mouth, where all good laughs come to die. I see a grin patiently struggling there with crooked wings Trying to get... Continue Reading →
The intimacy in few words, Something Monologues will never see.
I don’t feel happy looking at our photos. Not all the time. I do not feel tingly thinking of our old days. Not that much anyway. Sometimes I feel sad or even disappointment, but, I do not feel angry or depressed, I feel like home And I guess that’s enough.
My legs are thick. Yes. That is how I carry your words, without them bearing me down
Have you been ever so lost? So bereft of hope, That seeing the same stranger twice feels like home?
No wonder the Universe is acting cold and mysterious, we only understand her to exploit anyway.
When I cried, you said that your words didn’t mean anything. You say, “I love you” Now what should I think?
You are like a dripping faucet over my head, You do not hurt much with every drop. But, I know you are not going to stop And that hurts.