To a new found friend




  "People are rare creatures that I admire from afar. It’s like coaxing a wild animal to approach and take the food you’re offering, and at the last second you step on a twig and it makes a resounding “CRACK!” and they go scampering off."

 I hope you don't mind me including this in here.
I found your thoughts and viewpoint of the human species
to be thoroughly...interesting.
My apologies on the lack of a better adjective.
But I think you'd be a delightful individual to have a conversation with soon.

Take care where ever you are.

kind torment



I try to think of the good and the good things in life.
All the good things.
The good, nice, pleasant,
small, tiny, lonely, unseen and easily forgettable things.

You see, me and Life have been on conflicting terms lately.
She throws some obstacle at me,
I cry but will myself to stay strong.
So strong so the Capitol will have one extra pawn to deal with
and hopefully, one more obstacle they'll have to defeat.

So once an obstacle is overcome,
I learn to heal.
Day by day, I will myself to take it as a lesson
and try to have a more positive approach towards all things.

But it's difficult, I tell you.
I find it a challenge to not be pessimistic about things when
everything around me is no doubt deteriorating, destroying;
sinking into a deeper state of ugly obscenity.

Somewhere, there is hope.
It might be just a small spark-
But we'll pray and have hope.

I wish you all a pleasant evening.

Visual Image

I have a face!
A mental image, so near- so close,
I can almost reach out and touch-
my fingers run down the soft curve
smoothly down to the lips-
and when I open my eyes-
it's gone.

It's so strange as I never have a clearly defined face
like I do now.
And oh! It feels me with so much joy-
dare I say it- I think I feel just a bit happy.
And it's a nice kind of happy.
To know what this person looks like.

But I must know how my subconscious conjured up this mental image.
How? Where?
Have I met this person before?
Is this person someone I know?
The questions bug me endlessly.

What if I do meet this person in the future?
How will I respond then?
Will I even tell- oh no, I cannot.

Windy Whistle


I’m terrified of living a boring life that I’m not living at all. Somehow, down the line I stop taking chances and now I’m living a damn routine. I just want someone to save me…to show me a way out.

It happened again.
That want need to break away from this normalcy, this mundane routine of our species.
I simply cannot.

I pondered life again and how all of us are now stuck in this cycle unless we decide to do something against this.
Sometimes in the back seat or in the train, I'd observe those around me
and how much I do not want to be like them.
Those office bound, white-collared servants and slaves,
confined to that cubicle and eyes daily strained in front of the lit up screen-
and we all know how much they depend on coffee.



I yearn for the countryside.
The beautiful vast meadows and the everlasting eye orgasmic scenery.
The wonders of nature abounds everywhere-
and little tiny creatures one rarely gets to see in cities become your friends.
I'd run for miles and miles
and stay outdoors for hours.
And maybe for a first time in a long time-
I'll finally laugh and be hopeful again.

My fantasy may seem far fetch,
but trust me, it serves as a wonderful escape from this dreadful reality.
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