Tag: Regrets

Ghosts…

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Yeah… They live in my closet, And yours too, Don’t they?   There are nights, when I wake up, Lying in this pool of sweat, Or… is that blood? I never chose to know…   Those eerie nights, I hear then growl, Or… is that, their kind of a scream? I never chose to know..   They must stare … Read More Ghosts…

Beauty…

These roads, they have never known peace. “Quiet and calm”, no poet dares to gift these words to his lover. Yes…his lover…the fuel to his art… Life. My feet have sores, I walked barefoot for years…but I won’t dare to caress them…for…my rendezvous with this pilgrimage hasn’t borne any fruit yet. Every lonely night, I stare at the stars and think. Aren’t we all … Read More Beauty…

Lifeless….

I was lying there. Still. Lifeless. Numb….yet breathing. With a body, curled up…. curled up like a fetus, waiting for light to dawn upon her untouched body. But….with a body, cold…. cold as a dead and stale corpse, waiting for the ferocious hungry beasts to take away what death left behind. With eyes, wide and open…. wide and open as they tried to make … Read More Lifeless….