It's hard not to be in the same room as you; or the same house or the same neighborhood.
Currying freedom with shaky limbs, running into me, the foam, from the deep blue, pearls, starfish and anemones, giggle gingerly as white jellyfish float like Neptunes beyond my reach. I'm drowning, liberating, freeing, burying, sleeping, cascading, your hand is only temporary refuge who'd save me when no one's home and the bright nightlight would've burnt… Continue reading Currying freedom
poked and prodded like unruly cattle i have shown my bum thrice to unknown men and women who didn't even care to buy me dinner now shackled I lie, to a traction device 15 kgs of bricks hanging from my waist. i want to run away but i I have broken my spine. good luck… Continue reading Poked and prodded
Imagine a gardener, not very good at his job, forgetting to till the soil or throwing away the humus because it smelt bad. Just the same as me, unable to pick a shirt but quick to profess my love. My life is defined by bad decisions, and I'm proud of it too. Impulsive and quick… Continue reading Why I love bad decisions?