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Talking to Walls

I've been talking to walls lately, reviewing looks as children die. Has the world woken up different, or they ain't dead anymore? I never...

We Pray

Oh, I pray, Blasphemy that is not my way. I pray when the sun rises, I pray when the moon comes up. I pray. Kids, how many kids Don't...

11 rupees

Something strange happened to me. This was like any other day—swinging from one train to another, scrambling for autos, and heading to...

The Worst Rose

No, I’m not okay. Tired of pretending and mixing up separate realities. They keep asking me, “Hey, are you doing okay?” No, I’m not doing...

The Beautiful Blue Room

Broken lights on a straight line. If everything feels like poetry, why can't it feel good? You promised it would be. The green is all...

In Between Homes

Landed at the airport, Heart heavier than the bag I carry, Carefully stifle these thoughts, they make no sense to me. Here we go again......

Guilt Paints a Picture

I closed my eyes and dreamt of a painting I'll never paint, I sit in envy of those fingers that can. The soiled canvas falls in love with...

Got Cash? From Raps to Rolls

The pen is mightier than the sword, but paper—paper is above all. It's crazy how we let paper, or rather, let me be specific, 'money,'...

Pain Syrup

Pain syrup, what it is that I wait for until I can wait no longer? and I sip it, tastes awful, oh so awful, I sip it, glancing as trains...

The Ghost on my screen

The cursor keeps blinking, Are we here? It blinks like a dying heartbeat, Are we still here? How much of this is real, and how much of...

Dayends?

Day ends are funny; let me tell you why, I've heard that during ancient civilizations or a few centuries ago before the bells of...

Because Lacan said so..

"Why do we humans tend to dwell in the past or fixate on the future while the present continuously beckons for our attention by throwing...

What a time to be alive.

When people mull over the idea of living in a simulation, it evokes two distinct reactions: 1. The contemplation that we may indeed...

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

"No, don't pull me out," I heard that faint plea, "I'm the sign that you've learned some lessons (okay, maybe a few, but it still...

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