When strangers meet and still wish to continue with the anonymity Cold stares and unwilling vibes freeze the moment with passive animosity Insults inscribed in the air float across, disregarding all usual courtesy Travelling through distortions, the irritating narratives wound themselves like barbed wires Stinging the hands that touch them unknowingly; like a hydra, they awaken with many vicious faces Without transformation, the spaces remain … Continue reading Strangers

The Feelings

When words are crafted as bayonets Feelings become martyrs  Muffled voices do narrate the pain But steely hearts rejoice hurting the Spirit Arousing the dreadful moments, and Entertained by the savage scenes Death is the only future we are aware of Vain is the glorified pain Fate will be crafted from tearful moments The convulsive moments predict a fate For the oppressors of feelings Time … Continue reading The Feelings