Scribbling

Scribbling:

“To love, Self-less!

Filled in itself

Content of its own

Being, overflows

And beyond…

To make love, Self-seeking!

Devoid of its own

Longs to find

Self, in the voids

Of another

Being…”

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“They were talking still, but more and more hogwash; the lack of trust was too evident but they did not want to confess. It was as if the deficit of trust had gone past the limit where you could stop and look back and think of a way to confront. No, the confrontation was bound to bring up way too ugly faceoff back to the podium and neither of them felt having left any strength to witness such a sight. As if they had agreed on one thing after all and that was to not to prick each other out of comfort zone, even if it meant suffocating in each other’s embrace, knowing the level of manipulation. They were much more comfortable with each other amidst that lack of trust than to having confront the reason behind it. Irony! They would agree too, and yet…Alas!”

Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Scream! Echoes haunting through the silence…

The night; cold and numb, offers no escape either, but

Darkness promises to keep the secret intact,

Of a shadow broken, unseen through the days

Trampled upon, passing by, lost amidst the ruins

Of a solitude, raped and again…”