Monday, May 23, 2011


Window panes, glass doors
A glass of red and white wine
Some cigars, excuses.
A pair of odd slippers,
Spectacles, frozen dew drops,
An ill-fitting bra, a pair of thongs.
Jojoba hair serum, branded shampoos
Designer hand bags, and watches.
Designed wishes, and constructed smiles.
Carefully built houses,
Carelessly built homes.
Washing machine, dish washer,

Mere things.
Mere life.
Merely living.
Now Playing: Understanding | Evanescence
picture courtesy: deviantArt

Wednesday, May 18, 2011


Just four inches between the walls.
Some friction and I shall be fine
In the fluttering of the humming bird;
The distance is two now
From the vanishing point over here
To the blemishing walls there. 

Wednesday, May 4, 2011


Someone longs for a miracle. She wants her father to tell her that he never gave up on himself, his life and most of all, his hope. She wants to know if her father ever had the most helpless in his helpless that he wanted to leave everything ( even his wife ) and run away...far away from everything and everyone. She wants to know how her father coped up with it. She wants to every minute detail of how her father lost all faith when he felt defeated...and then how did he revive? Or did he not revive at all? Or was he so disappointed that he gave up everything? She wants to know if he did, then will he give up on her too? Will he think twice before she is born or will he just pass? Will he be scared or disappointed? Will he be weak or strong to raise her? Or will he just never answer these questions? Or will he hold her in her arms and say, "I never gave up on anything, my child."?

Now Playing: Change | MoZella