Surrender myself amid the void, Invite a vacuum into my soul, Witness existence turned destroyed, Collapse reality swallowed as whole; Permeating through the event horizon, Continuum of neither time nor space, A singularity point of no return, Where boundaries dissolve, made erased; Vast emptiness with me who remains, Suspend unanchored within…

To die is to live again, While others lived like the dead, Living life enduring pain, Resigned and surrendered to fate; What is living when we felt dread? When we are absent from ourselves? Strung to the likes of a marionette, A guise hollowed abandoned to dwell; To linger with…

If they had felt what I would feel, Sunk their feet in to wear my shoes, A hunted prey who ran for the hills, Draped with blood, abraded bruise; Poached tears of terror and despair, Acquainted fear that grips the heart, Caught between crosshairs and the snares, Extinguished all hopes and dreams apart…

When the cup is empty A myriad spectrum of feelings Gets poured into it, You taste them all And feel all of each, The boldness of it, The subtleties, Its sweetness, And bitter tinge too, All infused in a cup; Not that it felt unfamiliar, They were the same old…

Stygian darkness braved alone, Sombre silence of graves and tombs, Surrounded by silhouettes of my own, Morose solitude which felt like home; Thread the pathways of desolation, Uncharted voyage where spirits roam, Entombed in my shell of lone seclusion, Undiscovered skeletons with my bones; Penumbral shadows cast by moonlight, Unmasked facades…

To love me for my crack and flaws, And my brittle heart made of clay, For I had given you my all, Losing myself along the way; Hang on to me despite the snow, Despite the monsoon November rain, Promise me that you won’t let go, Tell me not if I went insane…

Feelings are like the gust of wind, It comes and goes as it wishes, Leaving its trail under our skin, Having touched all of our bruises; A presence that makes itself known, Demands from us to be heard and felt, Feelings of which we had disowned, Buried within our hearts…

Ride on carousels that rotate around, Go about in circles but reach no point, Trapped in a circus ringed by clowns, Enslaved our lives for mere gold coins; Bartered our time for drips of honey, Absorbed in burdens of futile duties, Served buffoons who worshipped money, Morbid parasites and the likes of fleas…

We spent decades searching high and low, Searched in outside places which we know, Sought in hidden places which may hide, Sought out everywhere but inside; To find within an uncared child, A sad little child who forgot to smile, Who wants to go out to run and play, Hoped the giants would…