Thou little fool

An eternal struggle of the memory, caged, in this endless cycle of a repetitive dream; reminiscing about a momentary fame somewhere in this passage of borrowed time. Enlighten my sky, thou little fool, with your borrowed light. Enlighten my life, thou little fool, before the end of your time. This cycle of joy and sorrow, will appear,…

Broken hands

Don’t you believe, we are stuck in this room. You have a red box at the corner, and I have a blue one on the other side. We meet once in a while, to talk about our sorrowful lives and shames, in disguise. Our hands, worn out wrists too brittle now even our eyes don’t meet. What have…