4 May 2017

Silhouette of an old tree,
Backdrop of the sun slowly setting,
Half of my body’s mired into a quicksand
How do I get out of here?
“Why do you want to get out of here?”
A voice from behind suddenly spoke.
“This view is what you’ve ever wanted”

I looked around and found nobody.
Only the dirt turned into crystalish blue water.
Like the sea or the sky? I wasn’t sure.
I turned mobile.
I was able to pass through it,
Closer to the tree.

Closer, the tree looked ordinary.
It wasn’t as magnificent as it was far away.
I wanted to swim away again.
But the blue matter turned into boiling blood.
I could see half of the people enjoying the heat.
Half of the view was poignant.

I could smell my own blood.
It felt like I was slowly melting.
Is this acid? I asked.
Am I burning?No.
The wounds were healing fast.
The scars it created formed like an art!
It looked beautiful.

I couldn’t decide.
Should I keep staying around here?
Or do I even have a choice?
Am I not paddling away enough?
Am I not running away forcefully enough?
Am I really stuck?

Humans, we never have enough!

For now

I dived into the wilderness,
Under the earth’s deepest trench.
Swimming endlessly.
Meeting creatures, after creature.
They all want my flesh.
I am getting tired.
My lungs are almost empty.
I am drowning peacefully,
I accepted.
I am almost dying.

I closed my eyes and said my last prayer.
In my final moments,
I want to visualise love.
As I open my eyes again,
A bright creature appeared.
Unknown to me, it smiled to my face.
Hope came to grace.

This creature’s life reverberates
To the core of my being.
Like an invisible CPR.
Without touching me,
It feels like it’s bringing me to life.
I do not know how or why.

Those flesh-eating monsters just observed.
They let us stride smoothly without interrupting.
They didn’t attempt to attack.
I could see their wild tendencies,
But they all just look frozen.
Or maybe, they aren’t.
I’m just not afraid anymore.
For I am behind this unknown brightness.

I am blinded by the light this creature elicits.
It saved me under water.
I am worried.
When it’s brightness wears off,
Will it have the same killer fangs?
Will it squirt poison too?
Will it kill me too?
Or will it just continue to take me away?
From this trench of mosters I am in?

For now, Iam just grateful for it’s existence.
I survived for a bit more!
I survived for now.


You destroyed her limbs because you thought it’s diseased.

The pain you have caused her was unbearable.

Huh, she will not grow her limbs back.

She will develop wings.

She will soar high.

And oh, she forgot to tell you,


23 April 2017

The more of them I meet,
The more I lose grip on who you are.
Will you ever exist?
Have you already existed?
They all look like you from a far,but,
No one can steal Me away, the way you do.
Man of my dreams and life,
I have yet to meet,


Maybe I am escaping from now,
Maybe I am not.
Maybe I am running away from reality,
Maybe I am not.
Maybe I want to freeze the moment of not knowing,
Maybe I don’t.
Maybe I want to understand,
Maybe I shouldn’t.
Maybe I’ll just let things be,
Maybe I’ll let things go,
Maybe I’ll let myself float,
Heading to maybe you.
Maybe not.
Maybe you.
I hope it’s to you.
It should be to you!



Simplicity of exists, Door in an alley in Marrakesh, Morocco, Feb 2017

Her mom and dad met through a friend.
In her mom’s dormitory, her dad was beguiled.
He never let her go from then on.
They knew what love meant in their twenties.
By choice or by circumstances,
They decided to stick through happiness and hardships.
That was the norm.
To see what was good, choose, decide then commit to the decision.

Fast forward, thirty years later,
People rely on visual cues and finger’s movement,
To gamble,
Emotions at stake.
Overloaded with choices, to decide seems absurd.
Choosing and standing by the decision seems to be a stupid mistake.
It breaks hearts, families, sometimes sanity.

The norm is no longer to stick through happiness and pain.
It has become, to run away as fast if his hair isn’t what she expected,
Her breasts aren’t as perfect as in the photos,
He is into computer games.
Her movement in bed doesn’t feel right.
He doesn’t drive her dream car!
She doesn’t drink, and dance and party!

Superficial reasons become grounds to race to the exist door.
Selecting by eliminating seems to be the perfect method.
The problem is, choices are abundant.
In the ocean of faces and graces,
How and why would one still choose?
Trial and error and error and error.
Right doesn’t exist anymore.
It’s all just mistakes!
Stupid human mistakes!
Tiny weaknesses viewed as enormous barriers!

Stability of friendship and ambiguity in commitment.
Design of the future became the reality of today.
Traditionals break the most.
Conformists enjoy.

Kisses, goodbyes.
Touch and go.
Trial and error.
Enter and exit as fast as one could.
Wrong, they aren’t.
Love is universal.
Be it commited or not.

But reality remains, that in this framework,
Despite it’s beauty and convenience to most,
It hurts a few.
That one percent in this vast ocean of choices.
Could probably be counted by human’s ten fingers
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two,

I was wrong for him.
Whilst I thought he was right for me!

I swiped right!
He just LEFT!



Merzouga Desert, Morocco, Feb 2017

Shadow of the past haunts until sunset.
It will cease only at night,
Because the brightness of the stars isn’t enough to create it.
It finds it’s way back following me when the sun rises again.
I’m inlove with sunrise and sunsets,
Because they bring you back to me in the most hurtful way!
– Masochist

Focus : Self


Hassan II Mosque, Casablanca, Morocco, Feb 2017

Peripheries ignored.
Focused on it only.
This thing has launched thousands of arrows,
Hurt a thousand, killed hundreds.
It started a war inside itself.
Defending itself against the defenseless.
Waging something unstoppable inside,
Yet displacing it to those who can’t fight outside.
It’s self-destructing and it’s tagging everyone along!




Santorini, Greece Oct 2016

It was almost sunset.
Lovers were anticipating this grand beauty.
Santorini, one of the best sunsets in the world.
Most eyes were glued unto the sun’s spectacular show.
She couldn’t enjoy.
She turned her back against the show.
She watched her own shadow,
Slowly fading away as she walked towards the bus stop.
From the dirty glass window of the old crowded bus,
she said to her self, “This is another way of seeing the sunset.”
“Despite a little blocked by blotches of dirt and scratches,
It is still beautiful in its own way!”

She reached home and found the view she would rather see.
A sight much better than Santorini’s sunset.
The sight of her Love.
She gave him her tightest hug.
Lied down with him on the bed.
He slept back, while she looked at the empty ceiling before her.
Empty ceiling!

She let him into her life with hesitation.
She boxed her way out of logic.
She created this uncomfortable comfort zone.
Just for him and her to stay into.
It was a fairy tale land.
A location to be longed for.
However, a few inches away from this walled city, is a mess!
She knew. She denied.

The sunset dream was almost over.
When will she see her love again?
Few happy days were enough for her to fuel her love for him.
Far away they will be.
As always.
For who knows how long?
They hugged tightly, kissed and bid farewells.
He said, he didn’t like long goodbyes!
He literally rushed off.
Just like how she rushed to the bus stop to see him the night before.
She thought it must have been hard for him too.
She let him be.
She hoped to see him again.
She thought she would.
Only to realise the next day that his goodbye was forever.

You see,
She used to love sunsets!