Wednesday, December 24, 2014


If ever I had to write, I would write about loss. 
Like I attempt to do right now. 
Loss, pain, emptiness, loneliness, helplessness. 
As morose as they may sound, I’d like to write about them. 
These are the feelings which keep asking to be justified, to be addressed, scream for answers, at least some explanation. 
But never, never get one. 
And any explanation, however deep, cannot dislodge them. 
They keep coming back once they strike as long as memory exists. 
As long as the very basis for such emotions does not fade away.
A lot of it. 
Unjustifiable loss.

Monday, December 1, 2014

Stories in the Air

Too many words too few
To tell a story too many
There isn't just one
To attempt to word it all 
To get lost is easy if not likely
To dream and to know what is real is not easy
Like music without lyrics
There is as much meaning as there is none
As overrated as meaning might be
I need it as much as it troubles me
As impulsive as a thought can be
It springs this moment and makes it alive
And disappears without warning like a fire fly