My Desire

I had a desire. Deeper than the deepest ocean. Higher than the highest mountain. So high, so deep, it makes me ache. I had a desire, So near, yet so far. So far, yet so near. I groan all day long. I had a desire. I slept and dreamt my Read more…

AUTOPSIES I HATE

Yet I find self conducting one in my thoughts. Autopsies of how they treated me. Autopsies of what they said to me last. Autopsies of rejection, devastation, defeats and regrets like an unending river terrorises the weary soul. Everyday, my perplexing thoughts, the harbinger of autopsies they become. A continuous sailing in the ship of fools hoping Read more…