poem

The sun always has its way of apologizing for its premature departure. Turning pink, orange and purple, It tries to distract us from the bitter truth: this day is coming to an end. But it ends up being  yet another bittersweet seduction move. A crescendo, an encore, a tease, as flames of purple splash clumsily … Continue reading Sunsetting

Forcibly dragged through the dirt Handcuffed to the carriage of time, try not to focus too much on your suffering. For it is the scars that will make you humble It is the blinding sun that will help you see It is the dust of perishing memories you choke upon, that will help you cry … Continue reading Courage

Tonight the sea has finally decided to listen:It has invited the stars over,to watch them dance, and entertain the seagulls.  The moon has staged its own performance:With the sea’s permission,It has laid down a glittering carpet,as an added party feature.  As the guests begin to depart one by one,the moon shines brighter than ever.The seagulls fall … Continue reading Glow

It is here, where two bitter rivals once declared a truce. Digging into their permanent trenches, they put down their weapons long ago, nonchalantly resigned to a treaty  neither of them care for anymore. Because this is where the sea gave up trying, leaving its last breath on the shore. This is where the land … Continue reading Neutral Zone

You built your lonely castle in the dark, crafted in complete silence, as you patiently labored a lifetime’s work in anonymity. You aged gracefully, letting time encroach, carve its scaffolds on your fortress. Until one day,  Long after you died, your castle was thrusted out into the spotlight, washed up by accident on Instagram, and … Continue reading Afterlife

You will know the day has arrived,when the wind can’t clear the stench of burning corpses,as the mountains hide behind the smoke. You will know it’s here,when the sun barely rises,stuck midway over the horizon,in a permanent brown sunset. You will know it,When the footsteps behind you quickly fill with blood,as you walk on the … Continue reading Black Morning

Only when the night returns, does it become apparent: The light, was only a brief interruption, in an otherwise infinite blackness. For we are nothing but passengers, sheltering on a creaking ship. Surrounded by an endless charcoal desert, we turn our backs to the blackness, and face each other. Navigated by each others' blindness, we … Continue reading Night