someone has died somewhere.

he died today anonymously saddened, pained his breath as it vanished the air’s scent grew dim someone somewhere is no more and how many really care we are the same old humans more like animals indifferent to death to pain to sadness of someone else we merely stare as the news changes so does our…

A small blue home…

Amid all the tense moments of our lives, We are the same old people living In the same old home Of a million years old. Breathing the same air, The same water nourishing our veins; We are but a crowd Estranged in this universal plain, Upon a small blue planet, called home. Even if we…

vague thoughts of a certain someone.

he would smile so well so I thought…. talking to him would make me forget time, and I would just talk unworried… sharing my heart seamlessly… those moments were as I look back today like pearls I still revisit sometimes how it felt and smile but I can not approach him as I could then…

defense.

in the middle of a chaos something in you keeps watch calculating damages reading emotions, unintentionally depressions and escalations speculations of every spoken word its meanings, its constraints, a rain of thorns that might come back haunting unimaginable damages leading to hesitations front and then back seeking assurance a few deliberations a few hurts worrying in…