Only today....

Let's take these steps
tripping everywhere.....
Because we know that thing.....

That we won't last....


Let's exhaust the chords of this moment....
Strum all night and snap the strings.

Twist an ankle,
Take cover in moss...
And listen to the stories of a forest.

Let's hang in indecisions....


And laughter squeeze our veins.

Let's reach that perfect leaf on the higher branch..
Let's at least give it a shot...

Let us watch ourselves...
Chasing it all like clumsy children...

And forget what we're waiting for...

Forget what we're dreading......................

Let us share this space.
Tucked away in silent memories..
Let's just stay here and sleep
When we don't anymore last..........

Punch me in the Eye.

I'm not happy today.

I want to stare at the screen from an inch away till my eyes hurt.

I hate it.
I'm doing it.

I want the screen to pierce through the
skin between my eyes and pressure  it's way
to the skull.
...not explode though,,,,,
I want to carry this.

...let it affect my nerves.
I love my nerves.
I love calm.
I'm brilliant at keeping my nerves calm.

That's who I am.
Today I am not.

Not this moment.

Today I hate the way my nerves
are banging against my forehead.
I want to drown myself in this mute banging.

This banging that I hate.

And don't you dare glance at me with pity !

Not when you're doing what you hate,
Not when you're not being yourself.
And choking the dreamer you really are.....

To a Squirrel ...

You're four inches away from me...
Yet you make no claims on me...

The wind...
You share a whiff of a moment...
without staying for the slightest conversation...
The grainy soft crumbles of earth
with the overarching shade cradle me without decisions...
Yet so smilingly complete at farewell steps.
You elude assumptions and implications.
Yet you know....yet you are....

They make claims on me- flaunting their intellectual victories.
Veils of victories- harboring forced identities
Cursed filth rubbed like the dead carcass of another on the skin...
It burns....

But it must...
Because they said you are that and
you must not dishonour their dark arrogance...

Because a flitting incoherent second...
they turn the victim that you must protect by
not piercing through their beliefs and hurt their false spine...
It's a lie...
but it's all they got....

And i let them
rub the camphor on my skin....
turning me into a misty pale ghost...

because it doesn't matter,,.
because you know me...
because i'm here right now...
and never have i felt more insignificantly beautiful.....

"Death isn't sacred if your Life wasn't,,,,"

Here.....

This is the moment- decide who you want to be...
For the rest of it....
No. You make this indecision every moment.

Are you what you have been ?
But what if you haven't been ...
Who i am ....
Who am i ?
Am i ?
Am i not ?
A decision.....
A being...?

Nothing.....
Unmask...demassify...nothing...
What if beneath that veil...
No face lies..
No voice heard...

But wait...
Listen.....

Something is breathing...
Some...one...
Without an identity..
Breathing...
Hanging in indecision....
Hanging in nonexistence....
Existing.......