The Emptiness

The emptiness of a man is not like emptiness on the wall, it is platonic through the creeping sky. The emptiness that talks to your mind, where you understand the unparalleled world. There is something bursting beneath the jawline, something that produces more than a lonely feeling. a sparrow reckons my dead poem- a saddened… Continue reading The Emptiness

a thing about winters

the nights during winter are bizarre, you see everything naked, the whirring sound as a backdrop of things never seen, the morbid, lifeless bed sheets screaming your voice hidden beneath, the broken knob from my gas stove, still clicking. yellow segments coming off from my wall, and i hear it all, like never before a… Continue reading a thing about winters