I don’t know what made me want to change my name to Jesus Christ. Maybe it was the reverence with which my mother took that name. Or maybe I just liked the sound of it. Or maybe I wanted to mock those who thought that name holy. So I hired a lawyer, filed a petition…
You shan’t be judged by law but by fate!
I sat in front of the judge with my head hanging low. It wasn’t because I was ashamed of myself: I wasn’t; because I hadn’t done anything wrong. But I felt guilty anyway because I had taken a life. It was an accident, really. I happened to be one of those cliched kids stuck in…
Words have power
Fueling smoke with more incense, Or is that part of my soul, my essence? I smell it burning, slowing dying, But there isn’t much to do; Am I really trying? – I thought it was a blade, That would end my life. Or maybe a car crash, Or cancer that would finally strike. – Whatever…
Don’t let me lose sight of you
Our eyes met. My sight met your sight. And we held on for a moment. Or maybe a eternity. It was just one second, just one moment but a million things passed between us. Or maybe it was nothing. Because I was too lost in your eyes to formulate a thought. And then it was…
Mother
She looks down at the child in her arms, apprehensively. The child is asleep: for now. All that her child has given her for the past week is sleeplessness and misery. She is tired and just wants to sleep- undisturbed for once, without having to wake up to those fitful cries in the middle…
Locked doors
I sit, here, outside an empty room. It’s door locked, it sneers at me. Will I ever get entry? Will I ever get to creep in? Will it open up to me it’s secrets held within? Pull out those keys; I know they are in your pocket. Unlock that room; let me in. Why give…
Things I wish I had….
I look at his eyes, I look at his lips. There’s something in that face that I want; There’s something in that face that I wish were mine. Is the the blue depths of those eyes? Or the plushness of those lips? I stare like a creep shamelessly, Taking quite a while to figure out. …
Hidden chains
Confusing thoughts swirling, Decisions to be made pending. Why is it so difficult to choose? Would it be easier it there were no choice? Why does he linger over every thought? Why does he influence a choice he is not part of? Is it because he is? Or is it because you cannot let go…
Comforting pretense
I grasped his wrist: it was cold as ice. My fingertips searched for a pulse. Why is it so cold in here? Who set the thermostat so low? Maybe I should go change the setting on the air conditioner. My fingertips searched some more for a pulse as I watched his face in peaceful sleep. …
Pitter patter rain drops
Pitter patter rain drops Falling on me, drenching me In a mood of melancholy. 💧💧💧 Pitter patter rain drops Fall out of the clouds up high: A shower of blessings from the sky. 💧💧💧 Pitter patter rain drops Wet the ground, Quenching thirst of all around. 💧💧💧 Pitter patter rain drops Come down on me. …
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