Monthly Archives: December 2013


So much caffeine
went inside me,
piled up in a corner
assimilating sleep.

Coffee was painting
the shades of it
the ripples
the stains the cup left

Somehow my life
had come to circle around coffee,
nights spent in solitude
in company of coffee
my cracked face
reeked of coffee
my eyes felt sagged
as it went in

with it stirring in the
and caffeine in the brain
wasn’t active ecstasy
or passion;
it was passive,
almost mechanical;
like electromagnetic waves
pervading from brain.


Silent Times.

There are times now,
short and prolonged periods
when I don’t like
to speak at all

Purse those lips
and look at things
just peruse
thinking nothing

I sit in comfort
in the warmth of a blanket
but inside something stirs
a screw unturns
a world unfurls

There used to be a time
when loquaciousity was innate
words weren’t hard to come by
but nowadays
I have nothing
nothing to speak at all
besides asinine excerpts
now and then
with maybe similarly asinine company?

Am I happy?
The most difficult question
in the world
for ’tis all a kaleidoscope
happiness and sadness but patterns

I don’t feel confidence
nor motivation
but curiosity drives me
out of this abomination
of a life that would be
and of course
certain companions
I’ve surrounded myself

I just desire,
I could talk
a bit more
channel that passion
yet again,
optimism is on the horizon