Ambrosia

Someone once told me to take this tragedy inside me and to turn it into art; to paint the walls with my broken heart. So I picked up my palette of mistakes, of strewn bed-sheets & of hands-held and I prayed to a god I did not believe in, for an ending to a story …

Ebb

In a trickle, In a heartbeat. As fickle, As you make it. Pulverized visitants, Where’s your call for arms? Saved the spear, Fighting ghosts of bygone charms. Assassins craving comfort, Like throwing rocks at a river. The water doesn’t get hurt, And you can’t tell one feeling from the next, ever. The time has come, …

Trapped

The room still smells of the perfume phial that you broke. The stench of cigarettes still haunt the blanket. As I sit in one corner, They remind me of you. I want to escape. But I am a masochist. You are like a hangover, That keeps me running back to the bar, Where you drink, …