Monday, 24 July 2017


some days you are more
than just a memory,
some days you are
a mirage with no trick
to catch,
some days you are as
hazy as our first kiss,
some days you grow
in my chest like a
pelting pain,
some days it's easier to
look at you with eyes closed,
some days i melt
under your skin,
some days i fear
your departure,
some days you leave me
notes with no love,
some days i scoup
from your fantasies,
some days I am as
delusional as your existence,
some days, you come closer
with no intent,
                                                                                some days I see you
                                                                                sitting on the moon,
                                                                                some days I breathe heavy
                                                                                catching hold of
                                                                                nothing more than my
                                                                                own forgiven conscience
                                                                                and that's when i know    
                                                                                that some days i dream
                                                                                a little too hard.

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Sunday, 16 July 2017

//Behind your Back//

how many times have you gone back 
to scratching your old wounds?
Healed, they stay there
reflecting a forgone time
of lost consciousness
and drunken amazement,
here you are
sitting and loitering
back in a time
that passed away in seconds
walking on a path full of
wet sand and cranky winds
they begin to define you now
and yet
you go back to it
for the kind of solace
that only makes you drop
down your shoulders
till world itself
rejects you sorry apologies
and half dead attempts
to go on in life.
How long?
                                                                      how long have you been
                                                                      waiting with your eyes shut
                                                                      for your tears to push through
                                                                      and take a final fall of resistance ,
                                                                      to sit adamant on your dried skin
                                                                      and lie unassisted
                                                                      on your curling heart,
                                                                      it bleeds no more?
                                                                      are you listening?
                                                                      to those murmurs
                                                                      slow whispers,
                                                                      thrilling silences;
                                                                      they still talk about you
                                                                      only this time
                                                                      behind your back.

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