Write right, right?

I tried writing a poem about this but realised that I was incapable of making it sound true. A lot was being lost in the trip from my head to the keyboard. Today was one of those futile days that could never be appealing to me and I kept moving towards the world that existed in …

A Palette of Pain

The wretched hues dared to colour Their Lifeless forms to Life. They dared to dream of Hope and Grace with fervour and delight. The others hemmed and hawed and lilted Aloud their trivial whines, But their heads nodding denied When warned about their crimes. They rode on the crest of waves Swollen by the fallen …

Worrying Whispers

My memories have started To crumble and disappear. Every bit of the relics of My past that I possessed, Of those old lives I led, are Beginning to break off and Leave. They fear a reaction, perhaps. They fear that their merely 'Being' would cause an Avalanche. An avalanche of bitter sweet Thoughts of old …