Everything is the same, The vista, the persona, Albeit, some new, and some missing, Whenever I return, From my race for life. Everything is but a warp, The vista, the persona, As my mind weaves a trap, Like I’m racing against time, Or am lagging behind in time. Sometimes like waterfalls, cascading, While sometimes like … Continue reading Distortion


Shattered lofts

Fractured lofts in the house, Makes me perturbed when I glance up above. Light seeps in every now and then, Through the crevices as the day begins and ends.   Scary as it might seem, To face the desolation beneath, Objectifying the darkness as a monster, A behemoth that seems to taunt, daunt and haunt … Continue reading Shattered lofts