Avidly Lost

There you were.

Amidst all the faces standing,

It was only yours that stood out.


Glances laced with infatuation

I stole; of which to my surprise,

you stole back.


So there I was.

Avidly lost, yet

Undeniably won.


Making a ‘Living’

We exit the train
Methodically and in order
The working heels striking the ground
Drumming away a chorus of forced formality

Expressionless and void
In the company of many
Yet isolated and singular
Fading is our essence of community

Is this the great tempo of life?
Losing ourselves to sustain ourselves
Only united in one similarity
Our submission to this economical machinery

This is Me

A chance to recreate

An introduction where I will defy your preconceptions

Or rather, your misconceptions

No longer will I comply with your blurbs for my life

Blurbs which did not capture me

Not in interest

Or in personality

I’m the one with the restart

I’m the one with the pen

It’s not a new me,

This is me.

This is my tale.

And this is my poetic license.

Photo: Writing process shot. It was a napkin scribbling kind of day.

An Inkling

How sweet a taste

A glimpse, a flash

The first lifting of a burden

A burden never mine to carry


For years you restrained me

Forced me into a shell too small

You bound me so tight

I felt all breath leave


You made me your puppet

Enslaved my mind, heart and spirit

Your ropes tort with pressure

Cutting deep into anxiety


But here I stand, now vindicated

No longer yours to control

No more bending of will

Today is my deliverance


I was never meant to be a contortionist

With the purpose of performance

I am who I am

And that is enough


The shell has cracked

The ropes, burnt

I see it coming now

Here comes the dawn


How sweet a taste

A glimpse, a flash

The first inkling of freedom

A freedom now mine to have

Your thoughts. My body.

It courses through my body.
Tell-tale red casting itself across my cheeks;
Tears pooling;
Threatening to expose the depth of your cut.

You truly have no idea.
No idea the weight of your comment.
Weight. Oops…
What a poor choice in word.
But is that not the subject matter?

You deposit your thoughts
With no consideration.
For you, you will never hear them again.
As for me?
You may as well follow me, reciting them.

Your words haunt me,
Plague me even.
Cutting deeper with every recollection,

And in every reflection.
Fat. Fat. Fat…


That is all I hear.
That is all I see.
That is all I feel.
That is all I am.

How I Wish

It is out here

Amidst nothing,

I feel closest to myself.


Seeing how the trees,

Grand in height,

Sway to the wind’s rhythm.



How I envy their freedom.


How I wish I could uproot

How I wish I could flee

Flee from the clippers of others’ expectations

How I wish I could discover

Discover the extent of the heights within

How I wish I could grow

Grow for no one else, but purely myself