Friday, August 9, 2019

Optimism

I sit and introspect. 
The things I have let go. 
Innocence is what I miss the most,
I couldn't notice it leaving though. 

I don't regret what life did to me. 
Cause life happens to us all, let it be.
I can just sympathize with it,
For having had to deal with me.

I shall forgive and will try to forget,
But would stay physically detached.
You would not be thrown into oblivion,
A once in a while cup of tea, is not that bad.


Saturday, August 3, 2019

Cassandra


The point of no-return is in vicinity.
Maybe I should run and try,
To stop living a lie.

Or should I slow down,
Let the feeling linger, a little longer?
I've heard that time heals; makes you stronger.

My fickle mind flickers like a flame,
This moment I am this, the next that.
Atychiphobic  was the boy, as is the man.

What I really need is to stab my p_n_s,
Into the black hole at the centre of the universe.
Having fucked the world, I wish it just disappears.

Peace be upon us!