One of the deepest emotional needs of humans is the desire to be heard. To be understood. To express their deepest thoughts and feelings. Being unable to do this feels like torture, like an endless loop of helplessness and the certainty of continuing uncertainty. Sometimes we try to express ourselves…

"Anywhere, anywhere", I said, With the frantic clicketicking of thumbs and keystrokes, First of many destinations; It was that kind of night To, or not to, For after the preluding apprehension was past, I plunged into a spiralling haze of incandescent lust, One whiff fuelling the next, Till I was aglow in fiery bubbles…

I hold myself in my hands, careening and swaying, Music unheard, or else the frenzied cawing of crows upon Beds made of straw and torn strips of flesh, Whips brushing against my mind, scourging Of bones and teeth and scorpion tails, My mind takes wing, like rising tides Swelling higher and higher, Till the final eruption of…

For yours is the reason, The fault and the compromise, Forever and ever, Tis the innocence of my weakness I hold you with my overpowering arms, Firmly beneath my gaze, My towering presence heavy over you, For I bartered with time for the lease As of old, when you owed…

What do you do when you have to take absolute responsibility for every word you say, write, create? That's akin to having a nation on your hands, every letter of the word a citizen- whose life or death you determine. I was born from a mouthful of words on a…

Like slumbering waifs floating in disproportionate mirages, We are locked in our own dungeons, Of eyes filled with catacombs, Of hearts wont to bleed frozen waters, Like placid seas gone rife with regrets, Desert worlds we sleep within, Deserts of our own solitudes But for waking words, rousing moments, Discoveries waiting…

May we never lose our wonder, God’s favourite gift to his children, For to conceive of worlds unseen is the True fruit of the awakened heart. …

I know a girl. She’s clever as the sun on a harmattan morning, bright and brilliant, with a slightly scorching effect- it’s a mystery on the skin, with all the between-sides dancing about... I know a girl. She’s got a mind like an infinite prism- multiple sides reflecting with kaleidoscopic intent, one after one…

Like the cruelty of scorching suns I have seen the back of the wall, the door- the sole of the shoe as an ant crushed by the boot. As the summoned rejection of days of rising pasts, the swelling mass of confusion threatens to break my throat with all the…