I dreamt of you tonight In the peace Between the dark and rain Your spurring call Lilting in the sway Of hope and dark despair When I awoke I felt the cold Of a silent dawn Of a promise made and broken By the common tragedy Of a future caged In perpetuity Within a lovelorn…
When you're still a little drunk, and the lust has faded, and the stark realization of what you've done comes like a crashing wave, then you feel the familiar hurt, which you know like you know the back of your hand once again, and the crashing wave pulls your eyes downward, and you feel the…
It’s not the moon that brings the Sunday night blues, It’s not the stars that bare these old scars. Keep me from falling asleep, ‘cause I don’t know what comes after, And keep the light on so I see, for I fear the night might swallow me. Oh baby, don’t leave my sight. Speak softly,…
The rivers sing the odes of the ocean, and the breeze the lullabies of the trees. The winter sun remoulds the frozen figures of the night, and the mother shapes the child with her endless love. The gentle voice and touch of a beloved fans the glowing embers of a heart, and the love ignites…
He is bound by chafing ropes of dichotomized society—the howling screams of history assailing his resolutions while the serenading honeyed songs of promise and hope keeps him standing on his blistered feet upon the rumbling and tremoring rock that chips away every turn of the dial against the dispassion of the infinite might of universal…
It is quiet. Too quiet. I shout, but I only hear the echoes of my own voice answering me. This has happened before, many times, too many to count, and they all ended not with agony or death—how else would I be here? But this time, something feels different, something smells off. I pace around,…
He pines for darkness when days break And light when twilights call the stars. He looks behind him with a mournful gaze For careless dialogues fast decay the soul, And in plenty of dialogues He’s engaged. Once, A morning light shakes him awake And finds him tranquil in the light And without a wish for…
There were many things I wanted to say; many things that needed to be said. In the amber glow of that bonfire, I do not remember what was said, but I remember that I saw you smile, and in those smiling eyes, reflecting the flicker of the winter fire, I saw my past and my…
Yesternight, I dreamt of me and you, Of fairy lights and starry skies; Stories told of youth and hopes anew, And all the lies in fair disguise. Bonfires lit the smile that you despise, But all that joy, you could not hide. Then dawn adjourned my sleep and crystallized The truth that dreams are void…
It was Saturday in late November. I arrived at my friend’s place at half past eight. A friend of a friend was leaving the country on Tuesday. I knew him only by reputation, and I believe he knew me no better, but this was an event my friend insisted I did not miss. Only a…
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