We live in a world where
one judges faces
with swipes and taps,
cancels memories
with a shallow touch,
and mutes presences
by archiving chats;

As if
Somehow to feel
relief.

© living in verses

(tell me –
where is the comfort
in that?)

pure intents
forced to hold
the reins of
resentment.

© living in verses

I wish I were superficial
at times
And overlooked my principles
That seem to be so distant
from what the rest makes me believe

© living in verses

A stranger told me it is all my fault:
I am still too picky and deceiving;
Unfit to help others like I thought.
He read my eyes, told I am rigid;
(Here I believed I’ve changed a lot)
He said I do stuff for distraction,
Made me promise that I’d stop:
“Your heart is pure, I swear I see that,
“Why would you think so less of it?”
His words pierced through my intellect;
I guess it is indeed my fault.

© living in verses

headache –
apathy –
my distress.

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Abandon my dreams
Set me free
I beg

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Sometimes I’d like to be swept off my feet
Be astounded by the beauty of the unsure
And embrace the ephemeralness of the bit

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We are but strangers
That come together
And mildly drift apart
As swift as waves
On a turbulent night

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My favoured people are
Intriguingly fascinating
So to lose all senses
In a heartbeat.

© living in verses