To find the line where i Ends, and where the world begins - so i may find the Other so i may vindicate my being. Far, far away from where i have started. But not a step closer to where i want to be. Between the anxious child peering into the future And the senile… Continue reading Strayed
Forgive me for doing this – The apology is but formality, just like your empty promises no one ever sees me under you and I am left with your bad name just as my hand is left with the smell of your cock We were never together by choice, it’s more like fate minus romance… Continue reading Good bye
is writing Not a poet But a reader A soulless reader, you can say, finding something to fill his soul Perhaps with words, with knowledge, sex, food, stories or perhaps with another's soul and heart Who's writing? an alcoholic, a scholar, a man, a pen, an emotion, an experience, me and you.