Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

A couple of years ago I came across one of my favourite poems- ‘Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night’, by Dylan Thomas. The poem goes- Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise…

Nine

Shivers shoot down my spine, how we lost count of time. Fingers tracing fine lines- stumbling to the edge, I tumble out of bed at nine. Two humans flawed by design, error is indeed divine. I resign myself to the fact that I am destined to lose sleep over you, and never wake up to…

Frozen

I’ve been looking for any trace of me, any sign that could take me back where I came from, I’ve been walking in all directions and they all look the same, I can’t tell the difference between who I was and who I’m becoming. I’m not drowning. I’m suspended. I’m frozen in the middle. The…

Surfing the Waves of Life

Through the years, through the failed stories, and the happy endings, I always wished I was immune to new phases, I always wished I had the power to keep my emotions safe inside my heart, and not turn to a room of scattered emotions that you’d happily delay cleaning because you’re not ready to get…

The Reminder

I’m writing this in the middle of the night, with no certainty that anyone will understand, but I will keep trying until I reach that person, that’s staring at the moon like I am, and wondering if he/she is the only one having a hard time. You are not alone, no matter where you are….