Waiting for the Sun

Sitting in the dark of the night, in the midst of loneliness, reminiscing over memories of the days gone by; i used to frolic around, freely and without a worry, i used chase my dreams until the end; now every second of my life, is spent battling the demons, trying to shed and escape from the shackles


i trudge along a long and winding road, with silence for company, sullen and sunk; staring into the distance, i ponder about this zombie like existence; standing along the edge, not able to give in or give up, my mind is at war with itself, and the road seems endlessly long; as the shadows merge


As the cold winds blow from the north, a shiver runs through my spine, searching for a way to get out, i stumble back and forth into life; One moment i am marching towards the light at the end of the tunnel, Another moment i am crawling my way through darkness, eyes searching for something and

Dream (Bird Without Wings)

as the light slowly faded and the dark night engulfed the land, i sit here, hand in chin, wondering, confused, deep in thought about what it was and what might be; as the trees swayed to the gentle lullaby of the night, sleep was the last thing on my mind, restless mind and sombre thoughts

Why Me?

I am exhausted walking on life’s highway, trying to keep pace in this frantic journey i take 10 steps forward only to be dragged 20 steps backwards, by invisible hands that come out of nowhere. tearing me apart from within, i struggle to find a meaning to all this, why me? why now? what did

Lost at Sea

as the sun sets down on the horizon, i sit back up, trying to get a glimpse, of the journey ahead, in this vast, lifeless world! I am like a sailor, lost at sea, riding wave after wave of what the sea could throw at me, struggling to remain sane yet fighting hard to stay

Fear of Life

I stare at the blank page, trying to write the thousand and one thoughts running through my mind; as i think to myself, about all that was, all that is and all that will be; fear takes over my senses, clouding my thoughts, fear of the unknown, fear of life; sometimes i want to run