It scares me at times
how cold I may seem
While inside I throb
with vigorous beams

© living in verses

Trapped within a pair of headphones
Not one oblivious expression
Far from shallow navigations
Solely guided by the beauty
Of an instrument’s profound potential

© living in verses

These poems are my soul;
The bosom of my dungeon;
The flesh over my temper;
The armor to my noise.

© living in verses

There is not a single thing
in the constellation of reliefs
as riveting as trimming outrages
into soothing and tempering
narrations.

© living in verses

(I used to be angry at myself and everything around me quite often. Everything changed, when I resumed my writing in a more constant way. Whenever I feel the rage pulsating through my skin and trying to kill my positive vibe, I put it down in verses and store it atop the farthest shelf of my mind. This way, I can get back to smiling and being my crazy self. Poetry kinda saved me and I will never be able to thank it enough.)

Today
I need
to smash a wooden board
against my darkest
introspections

© 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

© living in verses

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