Tension in my neck as though
A parasite were eating its way
Through glacial framework

© living in verses

To have no roots and no attachments
Is both riveting and glum:
One owns no familiarity,
Even so the world is home ground.

© living in verses

A cup of coffee is a morning hug
To enjoy with eyes shut and silence all around
The caffeine flows hand in hand with lifeblood
And that last sip dictates the fate of day

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I used to be ashamed of writing
Or sharing my verses with the rest
They were but scribbles on blemished paper
Meant to stay hidden from unworthy ears
But the more I kept writing, the more I grew tired
Of burying my rhymes beneath thick concrete
When all there is, is to warmly embrace them
Cry out the ardour for the world to believe

© living in verses

All this time to myself
I learned something new
Our bodies are temples
Hence they are dear too

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(I’ve been on quarantine since March 9 and since then, I’ve understood that our bodies are just as important as our minds. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always known they are equally important. However, I often disregarded my body, focusing only on my inner self. Fortunately, I think I’ve finally defeated most of my demons. Now, it’s time to improve other aspects of myself.)

The weight of a million fiends
On the shoulders of a tiny being
Tension runs through the body
And flows in miserable tears

© living in verses

I saw a shadow in the gloomy sky
Floating back and forth like a leech
Intently looking for a victim to suck on
A corpse doomed to end up beyond reach

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Hustling against an intrepid entity
Opens doors to turbulent hysteria.
The awareness of being winnable
Could shatter patterns and fortitude.
But we must pilot bulks of mildness,
Endure this brute with optimism,
And scream from atop the roofs:
“We might have been bitten by your savage self,
But we will always end up victorious!”

© living in verses