Category: Feelings



Source: Commit

lean on your broads, shirts on sleeves

breathe the smoke, mounting on the walls

then, comes off the ceiling and

your laugh falls off

banging on the marbles

I’ll walk on my heels

sure, I trip over your sleeve

straight face I pull off on a chair with you

still, your smoke rolls off down

I lean on your broads




Lantern, Glasses, Shoe

via Daily Prompt: Distant

On a dark side, I’ll leave my shoe and walk barefoot. lantern asked me to borrow a shoe I have been lisping off. I’m always served to put out the glasses it heads in. it says that glasses are the remnant of what it had lost in shades. it only remember the tales of dark shades, I loathe.

when it tries on my shoes, it wanders and ask everyone around. It dances around. I wonder how the other audiences  greet the shoe that I have left marks on. They grin. A second and it poof to the woods. As I try to chase, Glasses that he talks about roars on my feet.  (more…)

I have been Hating Coldplay all this time

A strand of threads on that corner. my arms are weak or I had loved that canvas all along my breath. somehow I need to get rid of it. Last time I bought the best cleaning agent. yet, its drilled on Bermuda of walls, cannot be sought on glass power. That corner where I had been is occupied on something I despise the most- a strand of thread drawn by crawls. Likewise, the stains on his grins.

I got a hammer, breaking the top-notch edge. I’ll water my bed and doze off on the floor. I can see the two pokes on ceiling, laughing hard, I could breathe underneath pillows. Not his stains again;

When he goes to bed, he crank volume high on coldplay songs. he hums within me. a lullaby for my sleep. Now that two holes have peek insomnia, where I have my issues on sunken  glasses,where, I check a lock twice. I have been hating Coldplay all this time, being his gems, my appetite on his full.



He has the same old stiffed feelings. It does not easily break down. Once it’s fragile, it is divided into two without the trace of history. I have some shards of his memoirs. I have a great interest in recollecting them till they colors themselves.
Encountering every pinch of wind on the speed of 60 km/hr, I had my trust on his back. It’s so warm, guarding my face against the knock of stranger blows. We laid on the nails of grass. It didn’t poke us.
Can you picture something now?” he pointed the clouds drifting away in slow motion. I closed my eyes, opened the drawer of imagination and tried to figure out what it exactly looked alike. Instead, I unlocked the recent fights we had. “You are still silent! Talk to me for the god sake”
I…I I… Paul I” I tried to answer but the words got stuck and clutched me right there. I felt as if I was going to choke up the empty vibrant. He sighed lowly. “I married her without my consent. How many times do I have to tell you that I want you, right now, with me?
All I heard was “he wants me.” The remaining part faded away like it didn’t even exist. He has the tied ribbon on the up most priority. How can I meddle in his knots? I was staring at his tie dancing on its own. Perhaps his wife had tied him up. But he can do it on his own. Oh gosh! What am I even thinking about? I hadn’t answered yet.
You could have told me earlier. Paul, I …”
And if I did that, would you have loved me?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know I don’t know ….” I could taste the saltiness around my lips. “Take me to the work, you owe me that”
This time, he didn’t answer me and ignited the fumes off to take me back from what we dreamed off. His back turned ice as I tried very hard hiding my tears off. How can I love a person who shares his back with ‘wife without consent’?




Cloudy sky throbs with a thunder and little he runs off to his mother. He stares his belly after its growl, compares with the thunder he is afraid of. His momma ain’t sure about his comparison. She is praying for leakage to b blocked within. Then the cloud burst its angers into the grounds till it satisfies the grudge. when the cloud savours the cotton candy with sun, she blames the gloomy cloud hitting on their only hut; he flies off letting the chains of weather break off. He rolls around, clockwise, anticlockwise coating entire self in brownies paste called chocolate. His belly doesn’t growl anymore.



Do not growl” She snaps at her protruding belly. “How cruel an empty pocket can be? It can’t even weight a petty cent and drools over a loaf of bread.”

I wish I could feed her” She smirks at her torn pocket. “oh! how poor it could be? Can’t even bothered to be empty like me, like her?”

” How can that person have a tons of cash? he has a credit card too. I can’t take it away and run. I don’t have shoe + my feet is on a peak of blisters. I can’t take it away and whistle like nothing happened. They will point out on my shabby make up I’m putting on. what shall I do? she is freaking out more than me” She caresses the belly.

wait, I have a magnet. It pulls in the thing I’m staring at- his money, a loaf of bread.”
Suddenly her hand loses the grip and the magnet drops in.

No magnet doesn’t attract such flashy things. Such an idiot I’m. He taught me about the Magnet, magnetic Field that day. That day when I crumpled the bed sheets while he enjoyed the singular feast I resisted. They said it should be beautiful. But it was not. it was not..”
She cries her dirt off
Everything that’s unusual, he comes off with my grave in
she sets her foot in and crumples the magnet.
“I need to feed her”