Embittered

an embittered soul battles ruination

Low key

Man, Oh Mankind! When things get rosy & cozy, we often get overjoyed & delusional. We assume the same for others with conflicting fate & mood. We perturb ’em with our superflous ‘Cinderella story’ out of frenzy, & partly in an effort to create, artily, a representation to edify our image…while we stage a lockdown…

Moon of my delight

I like the view Quite beautiful I really can’t get enough of it Oh moon of my delight She shines brightly on the horizon Casting a spectral impression on the still water Breathing tidal waves Shore, silky & blonde; ultimate beauty recipe Little perky nose planted between two bubbles of flesh Beefy cheeks popping with…

Pianissimo demons

Threading away from the liveliness of the city into the calmness of the countryside. The wind, the flora, the fauna, the exquisite blend of nature breeding the idylls of dreams At last! The nidus to nurture my demons restrained by the prying eyes of the open Into the stillness I plummeted, turning down the jingles…

Balance

Much is yet to be known About one’s survival in the cold The goosebumps, the shivering and folds The numbs, the clattering, and shrivel from the biting cold Awakening the energy that stirs within, untold Streaming in vessels with the steam of warmth Hands buried in hide, to shield the warmth That sips between the…

Why we Crawl

As a body; en masse, we have an obligation to stick together, and in unison without segregation or discrimination cruise in the direction of the promised land. My Nation, Blessed with abundant resources. Endowed with beautiful people. Swarming with unhatched talents. Booming in population. Bestowed with a cosy weather. Cossy with good hearts. Lively with…

Dalliance

A battle lost before its begun A seed withered before its sprout Such is the tale of a bond shattered with anger, prejudice and myopia A battleline drawn without factions to wrestle Who is to be blamed? The naysayers or rumourmongers? Or the party to the love lost between the rumoured strange lovers WeirdmaskmanNG ยฉ

Deathly

 Drifting with the wind on a dusty Monday morning is an old man with days far spent, and night, dangerously near. Strolling down the avenue, with trees saluting his age, the wind caressing his grace and the earth adjusting for his fade. He hangs his worn pouch of ages which he has no shame. His…