Chronicle of a Scattered Voice

In the process of trying to find who I amI am becoming more of someone elseWhen I look into a mirrorI picture my reflection scattered around in shards, and try to make sense of it,but there are so many pieces to look at-some distinctively bigger and some,so minute, that I carry them in a dust...

A Songbirds Hope

I have been wandering for the past few days, hopelessly lost as I stare into the horizon. The sand beneath my toes and the color of the ocean seems to dull the longer I look at it. Is this what tomorrow is going to be like? The sand scorching instead of soothing and the world...

Purpose

I looked into the eyes of the universe and found my own existence. Existence, starting from the sapphire gem shining and suddenly bursting into pieces forming the Colosseum, the cosmos, with a bang. And in a picosecond, it scattered the core connecting them into a really really tiny matter - quarks. Their attraction formed protons,...

I no longer know

It wouldn't be wrong to say that I have forgotten what it feels like to do something for the first time .That is to say , I am no longer acquainted with the feeling of 'feeling something new'And I am running out of patience now.It's like every new thought is actually an afterthought of what...

Bird in the Cage

I feel like a bird trapped in a cage.A bird with full ability to spread its wings and soar to the highest of heights.Except it's behind bars today.I say today, because I want to think of it like that.However, this is how it has probably been since forever.Confined within walls, unable to be a part...