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.)

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

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

© living in verses

(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