Where I'm from, birds never sing goodbye,Deserted streets adorned by springtime hueWait for our once mirthful spirits to pass by. Ignored all facts and believed their lies,Sacrifices adorned the morning like winter dew;Where I'm from, birds never sing goodbye. Brave were they, who chose to fight and tryAgainst the storm that raged incessant and now... Continue Reading →
Unmarked
Run.Run while you are still unmarkedBy the black cloud that huntsFor your flesh, the storm that devoursSelectively. You're not safe.Today the arrow points at them,Tomorrow your embers will bear witnessTo ashen trepidation's mane;Escape.Leave everything behind.Nothing is yours. Nothing is ours.Indelible or not, it will erode,Every sign of our life, all will beUnmarked.
Sundry Fragments
Photo by Netaly Reshef from Pexels How do I describe these attemptsTo define my trajectory?How do I ascertain my claimTo my destiny?Once upon a time, I held a MirrorTo whom I showed myself with a glintIn my eyes, firm smile, upright chest,To whom I boldly proclaimed my name,Prodigious child of the East, a phenomenonTo whom life's path was... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 