So far, nothing has been done. Only the thinking. But that doesn't lead me to anywhere. That's what happens to people doing regular jobs. They start losing sight of what they truly wanted. They get tired of working and at the same time, they begin to accept being stuck in the swamp. They even try [...]
Tag: writing
Without choice.
a bicycle came with its bells ringing I heard it having no choice the birds chirping before sunlight even started falling I heard it having no choice the motor running since yesterday night lifting water up over my head I heard it having no choice I played some jazz none of that could carry away [...]
Before pissing and a swollen throat.
fruit-seller barber newspaper vendor the 2nd and 3rd streets are glowing just like yesterday a man fell last night of his bike I watched as men gathered around and I stopped my bike next to that man's a hole had formed on one side of his hard head he could hardly get up and once [...]
With an unfilled stomach.
Memory is a problem, so is imagination. I would prefer imagining nothing, remembering nothing. Dreaming drains me. My nightmares continue even after they have ended. For a change, I am listening to something else, something that is not jazz or blues or classic. The smell of a burning incense stick has made this place more [...]
Celebration was an excuse.
The smoke rose up from whatever burnt and drifted west towards a darkness that was unknown to me. The children had come out on the streets, burning their fingers with some kind of sudden urge to enjoy that evening. By 7, the whole town grew quite noisy. I began finding less pleasure than before in [...]
In the dumping ground.
Meanwhile, the piglets gathered around an almost eaten rotten apple. They gathered around it and thought nothing. Creatures of action. Dirty, no doubt, but they acted and acted alone, and they ran fast when they felt afraid. I had eaten a half of that apple that morning when I realized that the other half had [...]
Inside a clean room.
For a night, these men and women forgot their woes. They stepped out of their homes. Some even saw the light. The others talked about whatever. I guess everybody talked. I was nowhere, drunk and proceeding as usual, locked inside without any God. Something reminds me that I cannot have peace, that I cannot have [...]
