Ever played hide and seek? Ever hid so well that you got lost. Ever felt the darkness? It can feel like a lot of things isn’t it? Soothing, smothering. Lost can feel like a lot of things too. There’s that losing yourself in a book, enraptured by the utter beauty mere black smudges on paper …
How long has it been?
How long has it beenSince you last lay awakeIn the the darkness of the nightYour eyes alight, with the dreamsThat caught fireFed by embers that you passion igniteYour head a mess, a utter chaos andYet for the first time in a long timeYou see everything clearFor the first time in a long timeOf feeling numbEvery …
Outside Woolies, Sunday afternoon.
P square What is happiness? For me? being me And what does that mean? Being me. Not thinking about how what i do might look like to others. Living my own way. Then why do i get confused about what my way is? Why do i wait for decisions to happen to me(?) What does …
The Flavourless Rain at the Farmer’s market
Author’s photo: Prahran Market, Melbourne It was raining today.That special kind of rain that makes you miss.It wasn’t a particular someone, or something or someplace that I did.I just did.It’s as if the air was permeated with nostalgia.Only it was without any flavour, pure essence.I was surrounded by people, who felt as familiar as they …
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If only for once
I wonder how it would have felt To have held you in my arms If only for once. I wonder what it would have been like To smile at something you’d have said To bicker with you for nothing To have buried myself in your embrace What do you think it would have been like …
My poetry is missing…
In the past few months, life has gone from being poetic to purposeful. And I don’t know how to feel about that. On one hand, I am happy to have found my feet again. Every night, most nights, I go to sleep happy and proud of myself. The other nights, I know that everything will …
Epilogue or Prologue?
I have woken.Funny that I didn’t sleep last night. My body is more than whining for the sleep it deserves. But I’ll have to wait this day out. I can’t go to sleep now.I have woken. The morning has been a special one. Not that I have never had a morning with haunting sleep deprivation …
1 Month M I A
Victoria State Library, Melbourne I don’t believe it. I still can not. It’s been a month already since I’ve been MIA.Sitting in one of my favourite new places, my new haven, the state library, typing this I-don’t-know-why note with freezing fingers, all feels so surreal. So yeah, it was a month ago when I decided …
Crazy Kid
Every now and then comes a crazy Who calls an end to the grand legacy Gifted it is though too powerfully So much so it succumbs to it eventually The little flame burns right from the dawn Burns blazingly bright till the end of the morn As noon strikes it burns brighter still Fueled by …
The Human Complex
Image made with Ai “I have beautiful hazel eyes. But you’re likely to miss it when you meet me. More often than not, they’re clouded with the ways of the world. “ I am sure. If only I could let go of what I call ‘the ways of the world’, which is honestly more of …
Tried something crazy!!
Image made with Ai I’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Again. First thing this morning? I’d stubbed my little toe on an ectopic chair on my way to the toilet.Where the hell had that come from?Then my morning coffee? What coffee? The damn machine had broken down. And twice. Not once. …
Writers, I swear!
Who are these writers? Why do they write? Some write for the love of the art. Some write for the love of science. Yet others, write for the love of god. Some write because they’ve been taken in by the beauty and allure of the art, of writing. The curves and dips and the depths …
The Misfit's Diary 